Quotes About Connection

Cormorant fishing: How stirring, How saddening

The master said, 'Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo stalk from a bamboo stalk.' What he meant was that the poet should detach his mind from self… and enter into the object, sharing its delicate life and its feelings. Whereupon a poem forms itself. Description of the object is not enough: unless a poem contains feelings which have come from the object, the object and the poet's self will be separate things.

Sora and I were separated by the distance of a single night, but it was just the same as being separated by a thousand miles.

On the coldest night, we two sleeping together— how comfortable!

No one can be a replacement for another person. That is why, farewells are always difficult.

I love you Kaname-sama. You are the beginning of of my world, and everything in that world...So even if I couldn't remember my past...I wasn't scared

A vampire's thirst can only be quenched by the blood of their loved ones.

I want to bask deeply in the taste of his blood, in that flowing crimson filled with his feelings melted in it...

Sure,but that don't mean I've got to go far away.On your own has nothing to do with distance.

The ultimate speech for the situation is your word (as the speaker), delivered through their word.

In elevating others, you elevate yourself.

Public speaking creates a mirror in which you see in the audience an amplified version of what is going on inside of you.

Speaking in public is a constant process of working for the attention of your audience.

I have memories that I'm not using very often That I would be happy to give to someone who needed memories.

What is your greatest regret? "Not staying in better touch with people who truly mattered to me before they died unexpectedly.

But mostly I remember every morning before school. How she'd say "Hey, honey!" just I was walking out the apartment door. And me stopping and turning around and saying "What?" And her saying "I love you." And me rolling my eyes like I just wanted to hurry up so I didn't miss the bus. I'd start going again and she'd say "Hey, honey!" and I'd pretend I was so annoyed 'cause she was wasting time and I had to go catch the bus. And how secretly it was my favorite part of every day.

My chest got this weird feeling, like when you stare into the eyes of a little baby and the baby looks back up at you and you can feel how pure and innocent it is, so much that it makes your stomach feel empty - probably 'cause you realize you used to be pure like that, too, and now you're not.

It's not stuff you leave with. It's love.

That's the weirdest thing, by the way. That every person you come across lays down in a bed, under the covers, and closes their eyes at night. Cops, teachers, parents, hot girls, pro ballers, everybody. For some reason it makes people seem so much less real when I look at them.

And sometimes when her light brown eyes locked on to my dark brown ones, it was like she was reaching a hand all the way into my chest, like she was digging around in there for the most honest thing she could find.

And a thought occurs to him: Maybe you can't really know anyone just by looking at their face.

All a woman actually wants is to feel special.

The most brutal truth Is the truth unspoken and Pain is spawned by a faulty connection.

If she doesn't want to go down on you, try improving the taste of your semen by eating watermelon, celery, her pussy.