Quotes About Connection

Femeia are comun cu îngerii faptul c? cei care sufer? îi apar?in.

Cuando uno busca algo en el cielo, debe apuntar hacia Dios.» Estas

Inima unei surori este un diamant de puritate, un noian de tandrete.

One time I said that you were my soul. And that still goes. You're all the things that I see in a sunset when I'm driving in from the country, the things that I like but can't make poetry of.

If I tried to tell you how much I love my cats, you wouldn't believe me — unless your heart is also meow-shaped and covered in stray fur.

Before I had a name I existed in the world as breath as the wind as a star. For a moment if I could be the breath & the wind & the nameless star I'd meet the sky that holds them as it holds me, & I'd say joyfully, namaste.

STAYING THE NIGHT AT A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE The high tower is a hundred feet tall, From here one's hand could pluck the stars. I do not dare to speak in a loud voice, I fear to disturb the people in heaven.

I would prefer to have no money but to have a nice family and good friends around.

Each thing's its own partner, each always both, depending on where you stand,

We're all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.

I didn't think, then, that we could ever be closer. I'm not sure anyone can. I'm not sure there is a place closer to someone than being at their side, awake, while they're asleep.

I gravitate toward women.

It's so amazing to hear a crowd of people singing one of your songs. It's the best feeling.

The bonds between husband and wife spring from deep laws of destiny and should not be broken lightly.

She entered a state where prayer and poetry became one and the everyday world seemed full of holiness and significance.

Like bookends, we have learned to support each other when the stuff in the middle pushes us apart.

I lost interest in the condition of humans, but I never lost interest in the human condition.

Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day.

Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.

Did anyone really know their child? Your child was a little stranger, constantly changing, disappearing and reintroducing himself to you. New personality traits could appear overnight.

Each memory, good and bad, was another invisible thread that bound them together...It was as simple and complicated as that. Love after children, after you've hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you've seen the worst and the best...-well, that sort of love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.

It wasn't logical, but the better you knew someone, the more blurry they became. The accumulation of facts made them disappear. It was more interesting wondering if someone did or didn't like country music than knowing one way or the other.

Then he kissed her so deeply and so completely that she felt like she was falling, floating, spiraling down, down, down, like Alice in Wonderland.

And even though I adore the fact that Francesca has Ben's eyes, I also see now that her biological connection to us is irrelevant. She is her own little person. She is Francesca. If we weren't her "natural" parents, we would still have loved her just as much.