Quotes About Connection

We seek the comfort of another. Someone to share our dreams and to share in the life we choose. Someone to help us through the neverending attempt to understand ourselves. And in the end, someone to comfort us along the way.

The less you take from the land, the less you owe in return.

Ako povrediš nekog drugog,povredio si sebe. Ako pomogneš drugome,pomažeš sebi. Krv i kost nalaze se u svim ljudima. Razlikujemo se po srcu i nameri.

Since the beginning of time they have remained truthful, honest, peaceful people who have never doubted their connection with the universe.

When I was growing up, my mother was always a friend to my siblings and me (in addition to being all the other things a mom is), and I was always grateful for that because I knew she was someone I could talk to and joke with, and argue with and that nothing would ever harm that friendship.

In a close-up, the audience is only inches away, and your face becomes the stage.

Do you spend time with your family? Good. Because a man that doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man.

In being a loving son, I suppose I was trying to become a loved son.

And Smoke Girl. He who was mine said, One of them must have a name from where I come from. One must remind me of me. So he named Smoke Grl Khamseen, for the wind that blows fifty days.

You'll be asking of love next," he said. "Well, do you have love for the man, and does the man love you?" He looked straight at me. Either he just grew whiskers, or I just saw them. "Nobody loves no one," he said. He turned away and nodded at the tree.

am slowly realizing that even though the Singer is the center of the story that it really isn't his story. Like there's a version of this story that's not really about him, but about the people around him, the ones who come and go that might actually provide a bigger picture than me asking him why he smokes ganja.

What making love feel like?" "Making love? Like the longest sweetest tickling. Then it turn into something else and bump come up under your skin and is like one wave hit you toe and wash all the way up to you head, sometime one, two, three time. You never know two people could make that one feeling. With Benjy, me used to shake and move so hard because he do it so good. And you pussy? It feel like it just get bless. Making love is good thing, Lilith.

I want her to look at me and smile just to show that she knows that I know that she knows

You never know when people's dreams are connected to you before you're gone and then there's nothing to do, but watch them die in a different way, slow, limb by limb, system by system.

You never know when people's dreams are connected to you before you're gone and then there's nothing to do, but watch them die in a different way, slow, limb by limb, system by system. Heart condition, diabetes, slow-killing diseases with slow-sounding names. This is the body going over to death with impatience, one part at a time.

Kimmy's not really talking to you. She only needs a witness, not an audience.

En eso soy como el Cantante porque a él también le encanta hablar, hasta cuando toma la guitarra y crea sus rimas con «ismo» y «cisma» lo que está haciendo es hablar. Y hasta cuando rima «ismo» con «cisma» está esperando que le contestes porque lo que aquí hacemos es conversar. El reggae no es más que un hombre que habla y conversa con otro hombre, conversando por ambos laos, como digo yo.

people do that? Can people want to be with someone all the time, okay most of the time, and yet also wish they were alone? And not in little compartments but at once? At the same time? All the time? I want to be alone but I need to not be. I

Sunt vizavi, aÈ™tept în staÈ›ia de autobuz, dar pân? acum am l?sat s? treac? dou?. Apoi al treilea. El n-a ieÈ™it pe uÈ™a din fa??. Nici m?car o dat?, ca eu s? pot traversa strada într-o clip? È™i s? strig: îÈ›i mai aminteÈ™ti de mine? Nu ne-am v?zut de mult. Am nevoie de ajutorul t?u.

the dead never stop talking and sometimes the living hear.

and they purr and ooh to my purr

We were women together

Breastfeeding is an unsentimental metaphor for how love works, in a way. You don't decide how much and how deeply to love — you respond to the beloved, and give with joy exactly as much as they want.

In successful Karezza the sex-organs become quiet, satisfied, demagnetized, as perfectly as by the orgasm, while the rest of the body of each partner glows with a wonderful vigor and conscious joy