Quotes About Connection

Abby saved Mommy's life in that duck pond, the fact that if she hadn't gotten Mommy out of the pond, or if their mom hadn't massaged Mommy's arm every day for six months when she was a baby, Mommy might not have survived and gotten married and I might never have been born.

She didn't say she loved him then. She said it later that night, when he was breathing deeply beside her, the sleep of peace and satiety, as he always did when they'd released each other from passion by indulging it without limit. He slept heavily, so she could smooth his hair, kiss him without his knowing, and whisper the words she didn't know how to say when he heard her. "Tuscan Tycoon's Wife

It was like a horse, really. The trick was not to grab, but to caress. "Tuscan Tycoon's Wife

I'm well enough to hold you against my heart," he said. "That's what I've missed the most. Don't you know that?" "Tuscan Tycoon's Wife

GRIEF IS A BY-PRODUCT of love. Because we loved, so must we grieve when the person we love is no longer physically with us. But the fact that they've gone doesn't mean that we must stop loving them, or thinking about them. Coming to terms with this fact, understanding that your love for that person never dies, is a major advance in our understanding of grief.

But if a woman will not share her body with a man, how can she expect him to share her infatuation with a few grans of sand and a lot of sea and sky?

But if a woman will not share her body with a man, how can she expect him to share her infatuation with a few grains of sand and a lot of sea and sky?

In April 2014, a five-minute video by Gary Turk titled "Look Up" was posted on YouTube.

If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.

Being able to understand what someone else needs or wants, and to express what you need or want, is no small skill. In some ways, communication with each other is all we have. All of us are here trying to make ourselves heard and understood, and hopefully trying to hear and understand each other.

He touched her in that place that was for him alone and shuddered at her readiness for him.  Had she gotten this wet, this quickly?

Popular music creates most impact in the telling of stories.

It is by the press we educate the public mind and link the people of most distant parts together in bonds of fraternity and comradeship. We can keep track of the work and accomplishments of our comrades in no other way, except by the medium of paper.

The first and highest law must be the love of man to man. Homo homini Deus est - this is the supreme practical maxim, this is the turning point of the world's History.

Providence is a privilege of man. It expresses the value of man, in distinction from other natural beings … ; it exempts him from the connection of the universe. Providence is the conviction of man of the infinite value of his existence, - a conviction in which he renounces faith in the reality of external things; it is the idealism of religion.

In Christianity, man was concentrated only on himself, he unlinked himself from the chain of sequences in the system of the universe, he made himself a self-sufficing whole, … [H]e no longer regarded himself as being immanent in the world, because he severed himself from connection with it[.]

A] merely personal God is an abstract God; but so he ought to be – that is involved in the idea of him; for he is nothing else than the personal nature of man positing himself out of all connection with the world, making itself free from all dependence on nature.

The Seder nights... tie me with the centuries before me.

With horror he perceived that, by uniting himself as he had with the dead, he had cut himself off from the living. Stripped of all earthly hope, bereft of every consolation, he was rendered as poor as mortal can possibly be on this side of the grave.

Music is mediator between spiritual and sensual life.

Never shall I forget the time I spent with you. Please continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

Never shall I forget the times I spent with you continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.

Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours." —LUDWIG VAN BEETHOVEN, the Immortal Beloved Letters