Quotes About Connection

And children swarmed to him like settlers. He became a land.

Before people complain of the obscurity of modern poetry, they should first examine their consciences and ask themselves with how many people and on how many occasions they have genuinely and profoundly shared some experience with another.

for once in our lives / Everything became a You and nothing was an It.

To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.

Envìo tu alma a la Tribu de las Estrellas.

Todo el mundo piensa que no encaja del todo. Es parte de la maldición de ser humano.

Let no one be proud of their birth. Know that we are all born from the same clay.

A ballpark at night is more like a church than a church

Prayer gives a man the opportunity of getting to know a gentleman he hardly ever meets. I do not mean his maker, but himself.

Consciousness is a phase of mental life which arises in connection with the formation of new habits. When habit is formed, consciousness only interferes to spoil our performance.

I am the son of the first fish who climbed ashore but the news has not yet reached my bowels.

The tragedy of love is indifference.

If a man hasn't what's necessary to make a woman love him, it's his fault, not hers.

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

We write to-communicat"!

You have the greatest passion for your book so you need to show that passion and create an email list and different ways to connect with your readers.

Much of publishing (and any business) is a matter of making the right connection with the right person at the right time at the right place. You can't make that connection working alone in your office at your computer or curled up with your legal pad writing your story.

If you're destined for each other, the world can end – but at least you're not alone. It's better to drown together than to burn alone.

We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.

And softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

For the winds that awakened the stars are blowing through my blood.

I gave what other women gave That stepped out of their clothes, But when this soul, its body off, Naked to naked goes, He it has found shall find therein What none other knows, And give his own and take his own And rule in his own right; And though it loved in misery Close and cling so tight, There's not a bird of day that dare Extinguish that delight.

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head

O hiding hair and dewy eyes, I am no more with life and death, My heart upon his warm heart lies, My breath is mixed into his breath.