Quotes About Connection

The biggest mistake any of us can make is thinking that love is a feeling, an emotion. It's not that at all. It's an action.

The music never leaves. Once you have it, you can't lose it.

Missing pieces do more than complete the puzzle, they fill in an empty space.

me, loving someone means carrying them, and feeding them, and holding them when they're scared. God might be up there"—he nodded his head back, tilting up toward the ceiling—"but I'm down here.

All those who love Nature she loves in return, and will richly reward, not perhaps with the good things, as they are commonly called, but with the best things of this world-not with money and titles, horses and carriages, but with bright and happy thoughts, contentment and peace of mind.

If people did not compliment one another there would be little society.

Our failings sometimes bind us to one another as closely as could virtue itself.

interstices,

I love to you" is more unusual than "I love you," but respects the two more: I love to who you are, to what you do, without reducing you to an object of my love.

Why only one song, one speech, one text at a time?" - "When Our Lips Speak Together

You give me being. But what I love is the fact that you give it to me. Staying there is of little matter to me. I like your giving me a mirror which is not made of ice. Your flowing into me, and me into you. Receiving you melting, molten, and giving that flow back to you. Without end." -- Luce Irigaray in 'Elemental Passions

I find that as soon as I put words and ideas onto paper in my notebook, or type them into my computer, they begin to gather to themselves more images, more words and ideas. As I write I have the sensation of being at the center of a small vortex of enlarging connections, as in the poem above, and my pen or my fingers on the keyboard move faster and faster to keep pace with them.

I don't think I ever really liked the world until I met him.

The people who were content with each other spoke as little as those who bristled with resentment or boredom; it was the rhythm of their speech that differed, like a lazy tennis ball batted back and forth or the quick swattings of a fly. *

La soledad es un concepto anglosajón. En Ciudad de México, si eres el único pasajero en un autobús y alguien sube, no solo se sentará a tu lado sino que se recostará en ti. (Del cuento Triste idiota)

Antes de conocerlo se había sentido muy sola. Le conté que por las mañanas yo decía el nombre de Max incluso antes de abrir los ojos. Ella me dijo que su vida había sido como escuchar un disco horrible una y otra vez, cada día, y en un instante le habían dado vuelta al disco, y sonaba música. Max la oyó y me sonrió. Ves, amor, ahora estamos en la cara B. (Del cuento Hasta la vista)

When I'm with Joe none of this matters. I think he is a reporter because he likes to talk to people. Wherever we go we end up talking to strangers. And liking them. I don't think I ever really liked the world until I met him. My parents don't like the world, or me, or they would trust me.

Lo llaman romperse el corazón porque añorar a alguien es un dolor físico real, lo sientes en la sangre y en los huesos.

Watcha gonna do when I'm gone, Maggie?" you kept asking over and over, the other time, when you were going to London. "I'll do macrame, punk." "Whatcha gonna do when I'm gone, Maggie?" "You really think I need you that bad?" "Yes," you said. A simple Nebraska statement.

Por favor. ¿Podrían limpiarle los ojos? —A la mierda sus ojos. —Inclínate un poco, Jesse. Le lamí la sangre de los ojos. Tardé mucho rato; la sangre estaba espesa y reseca, pegada en las pestañas. Tenía que escupirla a cada momento. Con el cerco rojizo, sus ojos despedían un destello ambarino. —Eh, Maggie, a ver esa sonrisa. (Del cuento A ver esa sonrisa)

También suelo apoyar la cabeza en los escritorios de madera y los escucho, porque hacen ruidos similares a las ramas mecidas por el viento, como si todavía fueran árboles

Qué era el amor?, se preguntaba Maria, estudiando las líneas limpias de la cara de Dixon mientras dormía. Qué nos impide hacerlo a ninguno de los dos, amar. (Del cuento Bonetes azules)

band mates, audiences or bewildered passers-by on the street. Anyone, as long as he could make a connection. His was not a persona applied for a performance and removed at the end of the evening along with the gold lamé suit,

Creating music implies the desire to give.