Quotes About Connection

I like to think that people live on in other people's memories.

And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.

Death and taxes may be inevitable, but they shouldn't be related.

One family--we dwell in Him, One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death.

I've had seven balls of light come off a UFO...explain to me telepathically we are all one and there's no such thing as death.

Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them.

How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.

Compulsion is the death of friendship.

Here lies one from a distant star, but the soil is not alien to him, for in death he belongs to the universe.

The motif of death plays an important role the human psyche in connection with archetypal and karmic material.

Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only change of worlds.

even though the dead are beyond our touch, they remain fully dimensional, fully capable of affecting our decisions and quandaries.

Relationships are like a dance, with visible energy racing back and forth between the partners. Some relationships are the slow, dark dance of death.

My husband wanted to be cremated. I told him I'd scatter his ashes at Neiman Marcus - that way, I'd visit him every day.

No more let life divide what death can join together.

The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone.

Come on, Gypsy girl. I'm bleeding to death here, in case you haven't noticed. At least make it worth my while and kiss me before I die.

The friend who cares makes it clear that whatever happens in the external world, being present to each other is what really matters. In fact, it matters more than pain, illness, or even death.

When people and animals die, they stay with us in our minds.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

death should be celebrated...when you put something in the ground you always know where it is

Something was wrong with a world where people came and went so easily.

Su madre? Dónde, señor?" "Muerto." "Hoy?" "Sí. This morning. Questo auroro. Aurora?" Italian again. Italy again, the Via Veneto, the peaches, the girls!

There are a hundred different ways to hold someone's hand. There are the ways you hold a child's hand, the ways you hold a friend's hand, the ways you hold an elderly parent's hand, the ways you hold the hands of the departing and of the dying and of the dead.