Quotes About Connection

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

And how they kist each other's tremulous eyes.

Poetry should... should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.

O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look; O let me for one moment touch her wrist; Let me one moment to her breathing list; And as she leaves me, may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.

I feel more and more every day, as my imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone but in a thousand worlds.

If I am destined to be happy with you here—how short is the longest Life—I wish to believe in immortality—I wish to live with you for ever.

Even now I am perhaps not speaking from myself: but from some character in whose soul I now live.

If I am destined to be happy with you here -- how short is the longest Life.

But what, without the social thought of thee, Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?

I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment - upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses.

I can feel the daisies growing over me.

I can bear to die - I cannot bear to leave her.

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft swell and fall, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon to death.

Upon the forehead of humanity. All its more ponderous and bulky worth Is friendship

But even now I am perhaps not speaking from myself, but from some Character in whose soul I now live. I am sure however that this next sentence is from myself—I feel your anxiety, good opinion, and friendship, in the highest degree, and am Yours most sincerely John Keats.

Better to lose your ego to the one you love, than to lose your love because of your ego

Desde entonces no volví a ser tan cariñoso con papá, y él sentía lo mismo hacia mí. Aquello no me gustaba nada. A veces deseaba que pudiéramos ser amigos como antes, pero había algo extraño que ninguno de los dos podíamos cambiar.

Get out of that womb-house for at least an hour a day. Take a walk, Ignatius. Look at the trees and birds. Realize that life is surging all around you. The valve closes because it thinks it is living in a dead organism. Open your heart and you will open your valve.

This failure to make contact with reality is, however, characteristic of almost all of America's "art." Any connection between American art and American nature is purely coincidental, but this is only because the nation as a whole has no contact with reality.

Open your heart, Ignatius, and you will open your valve.

A person buying ordinary products in a supermarket is in touch with his deepest emotions.

Men of conservative temperament have long suspected that one thing leads to another.

Life is fighting. In life, it's the look ahead that counts. We are all born equally far from the sun. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love.

What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love. I didn't think that this was true, my seventeen years of experience had shown this to be much more false than true, but it was like every other thought and belief of Finny's: it should have been true.