Quotes About Connection

Sometimes I go for days without speaking to a soul. I think, "I should make that call", but I put it off. Because there's something pleasurable about not talking. But then I love talking, so it's not that. But sometimes it can be nice. It's not like I sit here philosophizing, because I've no talent for that. It's just this thing about silence that's so wonderful.

We make each other alive; it doesn't make a difference if it hurts.

To feel. To trust the feeling. I long for that

Perhaps we are the same person. Perhaps we have no limits; perhaps we flow into each other, stream through each other, boundlessly and magnificently. You bear terrible thoughts; it is almost painful to be near you. At the same time it is enticing. Do you know why?

I want to stop. I want to stay on Fårö, and read the books I haven't read, find out things I haven't yet found out. I want to write things I haven't written. To listen to music, and talk to my neighbors. To live together with my wife a very calm, very secure, very lazy existence, for the rest of my life.

DESIREE: Don't forget, Madame, that love is a perpetual juggling of three balls. Their names are heart, word and sex. How easily these three balls can be juggled, and how easily one of them can be dropped.

It is my opinion that art lost its basic creative drive the moment it was separated from worship. It severed an umbilical cord and now lives its own sterile life, genetaring and degenerating itself.

Our human flesh needs touch and intimacy, what we get, or should get, from a mother--Woman. Shouts and whispers

What matters most of all in life is being able to make that contact with another human. Otherwise you are dead, like so many people today are dead… But if you can take that first step toward communication, toward understanding, toward love, then no matter how difficult the future may be – and have no illusions, even with all the love in the world, living can be hellishly difficult – then you are saved. This is all that really matters, isn't it?

Tyla. PasitikÄ—jimas vienas kitu.

One of the amusing aspects of this is that IF telepathy is what it is, then one need not be in the proximity of a telepath in order to have their mind penetrated.

Well, during the 1930s, a lot of work was done on what was called 'mob consciousness', where anger or hysteria seems to get communicated by means other than reason or logic. This was suggestive of a group-mind kind of thing—somewhat linked together by a kind of communal telepathy.

Thus, in this, at least, Spacesiders and Earthsiders might have something in common—the Telepathy War, won hands down so far by the Spacesiders.

Certain theories regarding information hold that it exists everywhere as sort of a cosmic thing. And if one had an 'address' for it, one could link into it, like a computer that can find information if there is a correct address for it.

To know what you want to share with the world because something has been transmitted to you is to know loneliness and real solitude, because no one else can share it.

Well, one mind existing as a three-dimensional thing communicating with another which is also a three-dimensional thing, and the communicating across the distance...is not the distance involved conceived of in three-dimensional terms?

information will reach the receiving mind without error, or perhaps not link up with it at all.

Galaxies of Life: The Human Aura in Acupuncture and Kirlian Photography, published in 1973.

From something like this came the axiom: "as above, so below.

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous.

Theo's words had seeped into her and calmed her immediately. The 'we' had been an epiphany, revealing to her a new identity founded on the strength of love. It existed both inside her and outside, through Theo. Never again would there be emptiness. Mama Fina had been right: there was magic in words. The 'we' had eclipsed her fear.

I often think about her. One thing she said stayed with me, a dagger in my heart: "You know for me the most horrible thing of all is knowing that he will forget me." I lacked the presence of mind to tell her that it was impossible; she was simply unforgettable.

But the Indians gesture touched me. It was nothing, but it was everthing. It took so little to mane a difference.