Quotes About Connection

Yo nunca te he jurado fidelidad sexual; no podría ser; es absurdo; tu misma no la deseas. El que yo ande con otra no quiere decir que deje de andar contigo. Tú estás más allá de todo esto, linda.

Te besaría lentamente, apenas rozándote mis labios, y te diría cualquier cosa en voz baja, y me quedaría dormido a tu lado.

Porque las palabras mejores palabras del amor están entre dos gentes que no se dicen nada.

The borderlines of the secrecy world, the distance between what is hidden and the public's right to know, was shifting quickly. 'We live in a time of inexpensive, limitless digital storage and fast internet connections that transcend national boundaries,' the anonymous leaker wrote. 'It doesn't take much to connect the dots: from start to finish, inception to global media distribution, the next revolution will be digitized.

You can't foster a relationship with someone who is always checking your performance to make sure it's adequate enough to merit his friendship.

The interlocking of their fingers was the only scrap of comfort left to them.

Nice return, Andrew," Logan said as they

She'd always found animals easier to understand than humans; they were so refreshingly straightforward and real.

Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to find escape from the flame of separateness.

Come out of the circle of time And into the circle of love.

She smelled sometimes of lemons, sometimes of sage, sometimes of roses, sometimes of bay leaf. At times I would no longer hear what it was she was saying; I just liked to look at her mouth as it opened and closed over words, or as she laughed. How terrible it must be for all the people who had no one to love them so and no one whom they loved so, I thought.

Je suis si vulnérable aux besoins et à l'influence des membres de ma famille que de temps en temps je m'en tiens à l'écart. Je ne leur écris pas. Je ne leur rends pas visite. Je ne mens pas, je ne nie pas, je me tiens seulement à l'écart.

Friendship is a simple thing, and yet complicated; friendship is on the surface, something natural, something taken for granted, and yet underneath one could find worlds.

Poetry, is music to the ears, as the first cry of a newborn baby to its mother ears."

The flesh of my flesh. And the bone of my bone. Must return to mother earth to replenish the soil of the ground. As manure is to the plants."

We are not alone. In this vast Universe. The universe is too huge. Not to have other living beings, besides us. One day in the never future. We will get the surprise. We have been waiting for. And it will be mind bugling. Beyond our wildest dream. We are definitely not alone. It is too good to be true. The others we seek were here before us. And they will greet us again. In good time. You can believe it or not. It will happen."

Love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters?

The chief duty of the National Government in connection with the currency of the country is to coin money and declare its value.

Sympathy—not here a form of compassion, but rather a kind of attunement to the states of mind of other people—is absolutely central to the world of the passions as Hume describes it. It gives us the vivid, sometimes pleasurable, sometimes painful, sense we always have of ourselves as standing in relation with other people.

T]he minds of men are mirrors to one another' (T 365), Hume remarked, and just as mirrors are not in control of the reflections they give, so also our feelings, and beliefs, cannot help but be impinged upon by the feelings and beliefs of those around us.

Hume declared that 'Our connection with each other, as men of letters, is greater than our differences as adhering to different sects or systems'. 'Let us', he continued, 'revive the happy times, when Atticus and Cassius the Epicureans, Cicero the Academic, and Brutus the Stoic, could, all of them, live in unreserved friendship together, and were insensible to all those distinctions, except so far as they furnished matter to discourse and conversation'.

The dead are dead but they rely on us to fulfill their hopes.

Prayers aren't for the deity...They're for you, to recommit yourself to what you believe.

I understand, Catherine," he said. What does he mean that he understands, Catherine wondered. Something I failed to hear, no doubt, she thought, though their words had been so few that she could not imagine what. But she quickly decided not to exasperate him ;by a question; she was sure of his kind intention, and deeply touched by it.