Quotes About Connection

The joy you feel when you become a small life particle sun and share its brightness and warmth with those around you is indescribably great.

Love for humanity Love for earth

A tree is a tree, the Earth, and the Universe. It is you, it is me, and it is all of humanity.

Sedona is beautiful but your soul is more beautiful then Sedona.

The call of sedona

Los grandes ojos negros almendrados de su esposa le trajeron al recuerdo sus noches de amor: ¿dónde estaba aquel espíritu saciado, de dicha absoluta, de miles de silenciosas promesas con el que terminaban todas ellas?

By the end of the class, Lucy was coming when Bobby called her. Butch was

From within the heart of matter, I hold together the foundations of the universe.

The foundation of existence is not mere being itself (what is) but relationality (what is becoming): union is always toward more being.

When we fail to appreciate Sophia's presence at work in nature, we are also more likely to fail to appreciate the sacred

The future universal cannot be anything else but the hyperpersonal.

God is the newest thing there is, the youngest thing there is. God is the beginning and if we are united to God we become new again.

As Francis deepened his relationship with Christ, the other became less outside Francis as object and more related to him as brother.

To think is to unify,

XXIV. Wurzeln zu schlagen ist nicht immer ein probates Mittel gegen Einsamkeit.

For as long as I can remember, my mother's been my everything. Since my father would be away in the United States six months in a year, I have grown up with her around me all the time. She has been a huge inspiration for me, not only with what she has achieved in her professional life, but also with what she is in her personal life. She has taught me what it takes to be a good human being.

Andrea raised her hand. "This is the hand that slapped Aunt B." "Maybe you should have it gold-plated." "Here, you can touch it, since you're my best friend.

I'm a substitute mom." "You're more like a crazy aunt who only gets called when somebody needs bailing out of jail.

We were like matching bookends, almost touching but with volumes between us and stories, so many stories.

My little Barbara, we will see each other again.

Today, far continents have become suburbs. Even the moon has somehow come closer. But for all that, the past has not lost its power, and if within a lifetime a man changes his skin an infinite number of times--almost as often as his suits--still he does not change his heart: he has but one.

You can fuck anyone—but with whom can you sit in water?

One would think of a boy laying syllables with his tongue onto a woman's skin: those are lines sewn entirely of silence.

She scrubs me until I spit soapy water. Pig, she smiles. A man should smell better than his country— such is the silence of a woman who speaks against silence, knowing silence moves us to speak. She throws my shoes and glasses in the air, I am of deaf people and I have no country but a bathtub and an infant and a marriage bed! Soaping together is sacred to us. Washing each other's shoulders. You can fuck anyone—but with whom can you sit in water?