Quotes About Connection

Movement is the song of the body.

If you are doing the right thing for the earth, she's giving you great company.

The only way to build hope is through the Earth.

the severing of the link, not just the link—the understanding—between human beings and the planet they live on. They scramble the intelligence that connects eggs to hens, milk to cows, food to forests, water to rivers, air to life and the earth to human existence.39

Some of us have looked up at the night sky and wondered about other worlds that might be kin to us, other hearths and homes that might welcome us, through which we would experience a different becoming. Some of us yearn for those connections waiting for us on other shores. We seek to feed within us the god of wonder, to open within ourselves dusty rooms we didn't know existed and let in the air and light of other worlds.

The thoughts you think on land, the old man said, are different from what you think with the sea. In the sea you learn to think with the water, the fish. That's why people who make decisions on land, separated from the world by glass and concrete, air-conditioning and software, have such terrible ideas for the world.

It's always times like these when I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of me.

I feel like I gather up other people's energy. Not on purpose but my eyes are open to everything. We are all part of the same phantom fabric anyway.

Do not just look at your boyfriend as just a boyfriend. Look at him as a friend, too.

The second I met Zac, I thought he was a really cool guy. It's hard not to have chemistry with someone who is so attractive.

Going to God in the first place, is your acknowledgment of who He is in your life. So go on and ask your questions…

Poems help to keep human beings actually responding as human beings to the sufferings of others.

When I talk to people about what makes us human, some people say it's our tears. Because we are the only ones who weep, only we can feel true sorrow. When I hear this, I remember Isiro's face, her anguished eyes as she cried for Mikeno, how she screamed at the keepers with her teeth bared and pushed at the poles. How she dashed back to his body and dug her fingers into his chest as if the strength of her grip could bring him back. There is sorrow without tears. Of course there is.

If there are those you love, whoever or wherever you are, hold them. Find them and hold them as tightly as you can. Resist their squirming and impatience and uncomfortable laughter, and just feel their heart throbbing against yours. Give thanks that for this moment, for this one precious moment, they are here, they are with you, and they know they are utterly, completely, entirely loved.

There is something in the eyes of a bonobo that you don't see in those of a tiger or a shark. They are human eyes, but not the cautious glimpse of a stranger you pass on a city street, or the pretended interest of a shrink you're paying $300 an hour. Or someone you think you recognize but don't. The eyes of a bonobo are the eyes of your best friend or a lover or a priest. They see into you. They see nothing else. They invite confession.

If you were the sky, I would unfurl myself in you, as a rainbow of colors yet unseen. I would become oceans of stars in your night.

Love's not an emotion. It's a state of being, an ability.

I wanted you to know me.

Life is my lover.

I am in prayer. I am one hand, this Universe the other.

You won't feel under-dressed when with your naked heart you come to me, for mine is past the point to dress for company.

People have been making love and having sex in space over the thousands of years that our ancestors lived and traveled in small hunting-and-gathering bands. Earth is in Space.

Human forms are perpetuated through sex, and sex also perpetuates human consciousness.

As our faces and bodies drew nearer, gravity was not helping us at all. It took minor struggle to come together, and we had to hold on in an effort to keep our lips aligned.