Quotes About Connection

If your body is screaming in pain, whether the pain is muscular contractions, anxiety, depression, asthma or arthritis, a first step in releasing the pain may be making the connection between your body pain and the cause. "Beliefs are physical. A thought held long enough and repeated enough becomes a belief. The belief then becomes biology.

Email, instant messaging, and cell phones give us fabulous communication ability, but because we live and work in our own little worlds, that communication is totally disorganized.

For all the philosophical treatises and for all the assurances of the medical profession, there is no cure for the simple fact that we must leave each other.

Friendship matters, especially in old age, when death reduces the number of one's friends.

Like her spiritual ancestor William IX of Aquitaine, the Comtesse de Die made no pretense that love existed without voluptuous intimacy.

I'm writing this in part to tell you that if you ever wonder what you've done in your life, and everyone does wonder sooner or later, you have been God's grace to me, a miracle, something more than a miracle. You may not remember me very well at all, and it may seem to you to be no great thing to have been the good child of an old man in a shabby little town you will no doubt leave behind. If only I had the words to tell you.

A man can know his father, or his son, and there might still be nothing between them but loyalty and love and mutual incomprehension.

Din p?cate, e o singur? lume, iar noi suntem doi...

Ceva ca rug?ciunea Nu ?tiu ce am, C? nu dorm când dorm Nu ?tiu ce am, C? nu sunt treaz, Când stau de veghe. Nu ?tiu ce am, C? nu ajung nic?ieri, Când merg. Nu ?tiu ce am, C? stând pe loc Sunt, h?t, departe. Doamne, din ce fel de hum? M-ai luat în palmele tale calde ?i cu ce fel de saliv? Ai amestecat ?i-ai fr?mântat huma-mi? De nu ?tiu ce am C? exist, Nu ?tiu ce am C? nu mai am nimic, Decât pe tine.

Capriciu În fiecare sear? strâng de prin vecini toate scaunele disponibile ?i le citesc versuri. Scaunele sunt foarte receptive la poezie, dac? ?tii cum s? le a?ezi. De aceea eu m? emo?ionez, ?i timp de câteva ore le povestesc ce frumos a murit sufletul meu peste zi. Întâlnirile noastre sunt de obicei sobre, f?r? entuziasme de prisos. În orice caz, înseamn? c? fiecare ne-am f?cut datoria, ?i putem merge mai departe.

Eu cred c? exist?, în via?a lumii, o clip? când to?i oamenii se gândesc la mama lor. Chiar ?i mor?ii. Fiica la mam?, mama la bunic?, bunica la mam?... pân? se ajunge la o singur? mam?, una imens?...

Mai avem înc? multe S? ne spunem, De aceea c?dem Pe unde apuc?m ?i-ncepem lacomi S? vorbim în somn. Cu lucrurile din camer?, Ivarele, caloriferul, C?rora înc? nu le-am spus Nici pe jum?tate din ce-ar trebui.

Some couples buy pots and pans when they move in together. Ulay and I began planning how to make art together.

you can tell the most terrible truths if you first open the human heart with humor.

We had no money, but I felt we were rich: the pleasure of having some pecorino cheese, a few garden-grown tomatoes, and a liter of olive oil; of making love in the car, with Alba just sleeping quietly in the corner, was beyond wealth. There is no price for that. It was so impossibly beautiful - all three of us breathing the same rhythm, the days going by...

I just want to create situations where people forget time.

When I read a book, everything around me stopped existing. All the unhappiness in my family--my parents' bitter fights, my grandmother's sadness at having had everything taken away from her--disappeared. I merged with the characters.

When you're 50, the best thing to do is dance the Argentinean tango.

As Romeo and Juliet found to their cost, marriage is never just about two people falling in love, it is about families.

Do people ever make each other happy, Sid, or is happiness just something that's lurking there inside you all the time, waiting for the right moment to come out? Like worms in compost?

Es war nicht Backstein und Beton, die aus diesem Gebäude ein Zuhause machten, es war das Netz der Menschen und dieses komische Wort, das die laute Gladys auf ein Stück Stoff gestickt hatte: GEMEINSINN.

Now I had discovered something even better - polymerisation depends on sharing. An atom which is short of an electron looks out for another atom that's got the right sort of electron (it's called covalency, for the chemically inclined), then the atom grabs the electron it needs. But no theft or nastiness is involved. Two atoms end up sharing the electron, and that's what holds all the atoms together in one beautiful long endlessly repeating dance - the beauty of glue!

You can't love a city if you have no memories burried there.

São vários os orfãos dos cafés. Quem os frequentou e perdeu abrigo, mas, sobretudo, quem busca em vão um domicílio para a sua relação com a cidade.