Quotes About Connection

Lifes greatest happiness is to be convinced that we are loved.

Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.

There are fathers who do not love their children there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson.

At the shrine of friendship never say die, let the wine of friendship never run dry. (Les Miserables)

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossile to be silent.

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children, the light of the sun, the sighing of the wind, and the gleam of the stars --all the beauties of creation.

The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.

It doesn't matter what the question is, Alex, the answer is always love

A good story is a dream shared by the author and the reader. Anything that wakes the reader from the dream is a mortal sin.

To any kind of sex, if you were honest. I've got a pole, you've got a hole, that's what it all came down to.

The only important thing about design is how it relates to people.

There can be no happiness equal to the joy of finding a heart that understands.

Pitoyable, celui qui ne songe qu'à sa propre vie, à sa propre mort, il n'a rien compris... et qu'il s'en aille alors, c'est le mieux qu'il puisse faire, qu'il s'en aille avec notre pitié...

What are you dreaming of Varvara?" asked Avelii. He saw in her eyes that look, at once absent and intimate, that we have when, perhaps unawares, we reach out so intensely toward another person—toward the deep, multiple self within his parcel of eternity—that we stop noticing him in the present.

And I know when your lips meet mine I feel as though I have never been kissed before.

When a man finds the one woman who is right, it scarcely matters what else is wrong.

My life as a princes, or a peasant, is not worth living without you in it.

Constant togetherness is fine — but only for Siamese twins.

When I told my children, the three of us hugged in a circle, burst into tears. As if the tears were already there crying on their own and we, the newly bereaved, exploded into them.

Maybe I am staring into a piece of paper like it is a pond, hoping one day that what looks back is not my own reflection, but my great-grandmother's face. Maybe poetry is the distance between my face and her face. Maybe it's the difference between how the moon looks in the sky and how it contorts when a mayfly travels across the pond.

When a mother dies, a house becomes a forest. My children, children, know that I am in the trees. True love means you won't find me.

It's hard to say why with some people you could talk all day and all night, while with others it's a struggle to find enough to say during a single course at dinner.

It's hard to say why with some people you could talk all day and all night, while with others it's a struggle to find enough to say during a single course at diner.

There is nothing sexual about my interest in other women's breasts. But it's difficult not be curious when you have next to none of your own.