Quotes About Connection

And at the bottom of each of those eyes I lived, or rather another me lived, one of the images of me, and it encountered the image of her, the most faithful image of her, in that beyond which opens, past the semiliquid sphere of the irises, in the darkness of the pupils, the mirrored hall of the retinas, in our true element which extends without shores, without boundaries.

I feel the jealousy of my books, which would like to be read the way she reads.

Would you like to be in his place, to establish that exclusive bond, that communion of inner rhythm that is achieved through a book's being read at the same time, by two people, as you thought possible with Ludmilla?

I thought: "Perhaps Adelma is the city where you arrive dying and where each finds again the people he has known. This means I, too, am dead." And I also thought: "This means the beyond is not happy.

Also in Raissa, city of sadness, there runs an invisible thread that binds one living being to another for a moment, then unravels, then is stretched again between moving points as it draws new and rapid patterns so that at every second the unhappy city contains a happy city unaware of its own existence.

Al ver a veces a mi hermano perderse en un viejo nogal inmenso, como en un palacio de muchos pisos e innumerables estancias, me entraban ganas de imitarlo, de ir a vivir allá arriba; tal es la fuerza y la seguridad que ese árbol pone en ser árbol, su obstinación en ser pesado y duro, que se le nota incluso en sus hojas.

as long as I know there is a woman who loves reading for reading's sake, I can convince myself that the world continues....

Marco Polo descreve uma ponte, pedra por pedra. – Mas qual é a pedra que sustenta a ponte? — pergunta Kublai Khan. – A ponte não é sustentada por esta ou aquela pedra — responde Marco —, mas pela curva do arco que estas formam. Kublai Khan permanece em silêncio, refletindo. Depois acrescenta: – Por que falar em pedras? Só o arco me interessa. Polo responde: – Sem pedras, o arco não existe. (p. 84)

Your reading is no longer solitary; you think of the Other Reader, who at this same moment, is also opening the book.

Déblayer la neige n'est pas un jeu d'enfant, surtout quand on a l'estomac presque vide, mais pour Marcovaldo, la neige était comme une amie, comme un élément qui annulait les murs qui emprisonnaient sa vie.

Alien was my room, the small trunk that was my luggage, the view from the little window. I feared I could no longer establish a relationship with anyone or anything.

Cosimo Piovasco di Rondò-Lived in trees-Always loved earth--Went into sky.

No puede haber amor si no se es uno mismo con todas sus fuerzas.

Your relationship with objects is selective, personal; only the things you feel yours become yours: it is a relationship with the physicality of things, not with an intellectual or affective idea that takes the place of seeing them and touching them.

the presence of the others reassured me, created an inhabited zone around me, freed me from the fear of being an alarming exception, which I would have been if the fact of existing had been my fate alone, a kind of exile.

Marco Polo describe un puente, piedra por piedra. —¿Pero cuál es la piedra que sostiene el puente? —pregunta Kublai Kan. —El puente no está sostenido por esta piedra o por aquella —responde Marco—, sino por la línea del arco que ellas forman. Kublai permanece silencioso, reflexionando. Después añade: —¿Por qué me hablas de las piedras? Lo único que me importa es el arco. Polo responde: —Sin piedras no hay arco.

they live for each other; their eyes are interlocked but there is not love between them.

Perhaps everything lies in knowing what words to speak, what actions to perform, and in what order and rhythm; or else someone's gaze, answer, gesture is enough; it is enough for someone to do something for the sheer pleasure of doing it, and for his pleasure to become the pleasure of others: at that moment, all spaces change, all heights, distances; the city is transfigured, becomes

Qualcosa che ci sfugge deve pur restare... Perche' il potere abbia un oggetto su cui esercitarsi, uno spazio in cui allungare le sue braccia... Finche' so che al mondo c'e' qualcuno che fa dei giochi di prestigio solo per amore del gioco, finche' so che c'e' una donna che ama la lettura per la lettura, posso convincermi che il mondo continua... E ogni sera m'abbandono alla lettura, come quella lontana lettrice sconosciuta.

These stories differ but they tell of a precarious love that unites two incompatible worlds, and of a love tested by absence; stories of unknowable lovers who unite only in the moment in which they are lost to one another.

Gentlemen, first I must say that in books I like to read only what is written, and to connect the details with the whole, and consider readings as definite; and I like to keep one book distant from the other, each for what it has that is different and new; and I especially like books to be read from beginning to end. For awhile now, everything has been going wrong for me; it seems to me that in the world there now exists only stories that remain suspended or get lost along the way.

What does my daughter have to do with crocodiles?

O aspeto em que a cópula e a leitura mais se parecem é que dentro delas se abrem tempos e espaços diferentes do tempo e do espaço medíveis.

Our subjective, individual selves, I was thinking, find their amplification and completion only in the unity of the couple.