Quotes About Connection

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.

Learning music by reading about it is like making love by mail.

The more you love, the more love you are given to love with.

may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back

BREAKLIGHT Light keeps on breaking. i keep knowing the language of other nations. i keep hearing tree talk water words and i keep knowing what they mean. and light just keeps on breaking… Collected in: Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose and Poetry About Nature by Lorraine Anderson

Things don't fall apart. Things hold. Lines connect in thin ways that last and last and lives become generations made out of pictures and words just kept.

And I could tell you about things we been through, some awful ones, some wonderful, but I know that the things that make us are more than that, our lives are more than the days in them, our lives are our line and we go on. I type that and I swear I can see Ca'line standing in the green of Virginia, in the green of Afrika, and I swear she makes no sound but she nods her head and smiles.

The way I look at life, whatever I'm doing at that time in my life is going to be reflected in my songs, for the most part.

Yo he aprendido más de mi tierra yendo a los indios ranqueles, que en diez años de despestañarme, leyendo opúsculos, folletos, gacetillas, revistas y libros especiales.

You roll my log, and I will roll yours.

If you wished to be loved, love.

Everywhere is nowhere. When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends.

Let us say what we feel, and feel what we say let speech harmonize with life.

We are more wicked together than separately. If you are forced to be in a crowd, then most of all you should withdraw into yourself.

Thus the sum of things is ever being renewed, and mortals live dependent one upon another. Some nations increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and like runners pass on the torch of life.

love either happens or it doesn't; there is no twice, thrice or more to it; it just happens once, only once.

Mermaids are the intermediaries between the human world and the great, deep energies of grandmother ocean. They keep the song of the waters, and they call out to us, to remind us that the great ocean is our true mother and the home of all life.

The whole world organizes itself around the fact that people manage to get their awkward bodies in position to fuck, an achievement honored by toasters, tandems, and tax cuts.

the fact that it's unbelievable but every single thing alive has its own center of being, and looks out on the world from that point of view, even a worm, or a jellyfish, hamsters, owls, the fact that even a leaf has feelings, the fact that you know the leaves are enjoying this warm sun going right through them,

One of my cats reminds me of my mother. I pat my mother in her. Reincarnation of evaporated mother.

their phones actually, trying to get inside them somehow,

the fact that Stacy seems to feel some kind of rapport with that woebegone creature, the fact that whether this is because she feels fierce and free, or caged and cowed, doesn't bear thinking about.

dogs can be trained to predict their owners' epileptic fits, but not the other way around

I cried with Daddy in the kitchen when we found out, bright fluorescent white strip bulb, blackness outside, snow, crown die-back, tiny ivory Inuit duck for using in a board game, Monopoly, two big wide Inuit snow shoes in a museum, the fact that I don't know how the Inuits ever walked in those things.