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Quotes About Connection

it is never safe to classify the souls of one's neighbors; one is apt, in the long run, to be proved a fool. You should regard each meeting with a friend as a sitting he is unwillingly giving you for a portrait -- a portrait that, probably, when you or he die, will still be unfinished.
~ Unknown
A relationship that has become artificial, and connected, on one side, with a sense of duty rather than with spontaneous affection, is always an uncomfortable one.
~ Unknown
We buried the little chipmunk in Greta's backyard and marked the place with a stone. I said a prayer over its grave. I don't know if there is a chipmunk heaven, or for that matter, even an animal heaven, but I sure hope there is. Better still, I'd like all animals to go to our heaven. It would make the place a lot more interesting than I usually picture it.
~ Unknown
You would fare far better with a lover who makes you laugh than one who makes you curse - and cry," he added, stepping to the cone of colored light. Beyond mortified, Phoebe dashed a quick hand across her damp eyes, hoping he might at least miss that much of her shame. "Sir, you should have made your presence known." One dark brow arched upward, "I believe I am doing just that.
~ Unknown
To watch us dance is to hear our hearts speak.
~ Unknown
If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.
~ Horace
Happy, thrice happy and more, are they whom an unbroken bond unites and whose love shall know no sundering quarrels so long as they shall live.
~ Horace
With you I should love to live, with you be ready to die.
~ Horace
If you wish me to weep, you yourselfMust first feel grief.
~ Horace
And all that tribe.
~ Horace
The half of my own soul.
~ Horace
Friends are treasures.
~ Unknown
As long as we abide in Christ, our action is from Him, not from our own corrupt and broken nature.
~ Horace Bushnell
Christ wants to lead men by their love, their personal love to Him, and the confidence of His personal love to them.
~ Horace Bushnell
Old friends are the great blessings of one's later years. Half a word conveys one's meaning. They have a memory of the same events, have the same mode of thinking. I have young relations that may grow upon me, for my nature is affectionate, but can they grow -- To Be old friends?
~ Horace Walpole
Foolish writers and readers are created for each other.
~ Horace Walpole
Me pareció más pálida aún. Se miraron fijamente, insistentemente, aislados del mundo en aquella recta paralela de alma a alma que los mantenía inmóviles
~ Horacio Quiroga
No sé si usted ha sufrido una impresión semejante; pero cuando ella me extendió la mano y nos miramos, sentí que por ese contacto tibio, la espléndida belleza de aquellos ojos sombríos y de aquel cuerpo mudo, se infiltraba en una caliente onda en todo mi ser.
~ Horacio Quiroga
Tell the story as if it were only of interest to the small circle of your characters, of which you may be one. There is no other way to put life into the story.
~ Horacio Quiroga
bien: basta que dos personas sorban los deleites de la vida de un modo anormal, para que se comprendan tanto más íntimamente, cuanto más extraña es la obtención del goce. Se unirán en seguida, excluyendo toda otra pasión, para aislarse en la dicha alucinada de un paraíso artificial.
~ Horacio Quiroga
Se miraron fijamente, insistentemente, aislados del mundo en aquella recta paralela de alma a alma que los mantenía inmóviles.
~ Horacio Quiroga
Y cuando sane y no tenga más delirio…¿me querrás todavía?
~ Horacio Quiroga
Basta que dos personas sorban los deleites de la vida de un modo anormal, para que se comprendan tanto más íntimamente, cuanto más extraña es la obtención del goce. Se unirán en seguida, excluyendo toda otra pasión, para aislarse en la dicha alusinada de un paraíso artificial.
~ Horacio Quiroga
Yo tengo alguna idea, como todo hombre, de lo que son dos ojos que nos aman cuando uno se va acercando despacio a ellos. Pero la luz de aquellos ojos, la felicidad en que se iban anegando mientras me acercaba, el mareado relampagueo de dicha –hasta el estrabismo–cuando me incliné sobre ellos, jamás en un amor normal a treinta y siete grados los volveré a hallar.
~ Horacio Quiroga