Quotes About Connection

that one thing is all things - plankton, a shimmering phosphorescence on the sea and the spinning planets and an expanding universe, all bound together by the elastic string of time. It is advisable to look from the tide pool to the stars and then back to the tide pool again.

From start to finish I found no strangers. If I had, I might be able to report them more objectively. But these are my people and this my country. If I found matters to criticize and to deplore, they were tendencies equally present in myself.

Al bent over her. And he saw the bright evening star reflected in her eyes, and he saw the black cloud reflected in her eyes.

They reminded him of something—what was it?—some memory, some picture. He strove to find it and then it came of itself. It rose out of the years complete with all its colours and its cries, its crowded feelings.

The names of places carry a charge of the people who named them.

It's a good thing to be loved, even late.

There was the hills, an' there was me, an' we wasn't separate no more. We was one thing. An' that one thing was holy.

Tom Joad lays it out: ... A fella ain't got a soul of his own - just a little piece of a big soul. The one big soul that belongs to everybody …

Sometimes it helps to pick out one person-a real person you know, or an imagined person-and write to that one.

Casy said, He was foolin', all the time. I think he knowed it. An' Grampa didn' die tonight. He died the minute you took 'im off the place. You sure a that? Pa cried. Why, no. Oh, he was breathin, but he was dead. He was that place, an' he knowed it.

Does anyone ever know even the outer fringe of another?

Juana, glancing secretly at him, saw him smile. And because they were in some way one thing and one purpose, she smiled with him. And they began this day with hope.

We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no good, it's still ours. That's what makes it ours--being born on it, working it, dying on it. That makes ownership, not a paper with numbers on it.

Her dark eyes made little reflected stars. She was looking at him as she was always looking

An' Grandpa didn' die tonight. He died the minute you took 'im off the place. You sure a that? Pa cried Why, no. Oh he was breathin', Casy went on, but he was dead. He was that place, an' he knowed it.

Men seem to be born with a debt they can never pay no matter how hard they try. It piles up ahead of them. Man owes something to man. If he ignores the debt it poisons him, and if he tries to make payments the debt only increases, and the quality of his gift is the measure of the man.

He loved a celebration of the human soul. Such things were like a personal triumph to him.

help us. She likes to." "It's a long way off—clear across the country." Aron said excitedly, "I know! When we take flowers to our mother we'll take some to our Uncle Charles." And he said a little sadly, "I

Well, maybe, like Casy says, a fella ain't got a soul of his own, but on'y a piece of a big one- an' then- Then what, Tom? Then it don' matter. Then I'll be all aroun' in the dark. I'll be ever'where- wherever you look. p419

Daca nu poti vedea sau auzi sau atinge un om, e mai bine sa-l lasi in pace.

maybe it's all men an' all women we love; maybe that's the Holy Sperit—the human sperit—the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of.' Now I sat there thinkin' it, an' all of a suddent—I knew it. I knew it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it.

And, of course, people are interested only in themselves. If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen. And I here make a rule - a great and lasting story is about everyone or it will not last. The strange and foreign is not interesting - only the deeply personal and familiar.

He felt a desire to open his body for her inspection, so that she could see all the hidden things in him, even the things he did not know were there.

And then—it was very fast, almost a click in the brain—Adam knew that, for him at least, his father's methods had no reference to anything in the world but his father.