Quotes About Connection

Dans la pitié, ce qui est premier c'est la tristesse. Je suis triste que l'autre souffre, mais je ne l'aime pas vraiment. Dans la compassion, ce qui est premier c'est l'amour79

No se tienen dos corazones, uno para los animales y otro para los humanos. Se tiene un corazón o no se tiene.»

I've got to stop thinking about myself so much--about how I look, how I'm impressing someone, whether I'm popular or not. I've got to start thinking about other people, all the people I meet.

I'm walking this over to you, I'm talking to you, which means this is important.

He touched her and found fire. Tasted her and found life.

When I eat, everything tastes so good I can't get all the taste out of it; when I look at something-say, the lake-the waves are so green and the foam so white that it seems I can't look at it hard enough; there seems to be something there that I can't get at. And even when I'm with you, I can't seem to be with you...enough.

Somehow, by holding hands you can carry on a conversation without talking.

it is an achievement, too: to be wholly understood by one person. [Édouard Manet]

How is it that strangers sometimes support you more than your friends? No, that is not wholly true--no one could be more loyal than Tonin. Maybe it is simply that you rely so heavily on old friends that their voices in your head begin to sound like your own, and when you hear a new friend's words, they fall like fresh rain. [Édouard Manet]

Before you were conceived I wanted you. Before you were born I loved you. Before you were here an hour I would die for you. This is the miracle of life.

It is so difficult to endow our words with meaning, to talk sense to each other.

Salt. Wound. Together at last.

Stuart must have sensed my despair from the way I began lightly banging my forehead on the table.

Welsh is an actual, currently used language and our next-door neighbors Angela and Gaenor spoke it. It sounds like Wizard.

Did you ever meet a mother that complained that her child phoned her too often? Me neither.

She forced herself to hold his gaze. Why couldn't she stop caring? Why did her belly still flutter with anticipation at his presence? Clint took a step toward her. "Are you certain about this, Mattie?" he asked, his voice low and intense.

A sense of belonging is a sine qua non of healthy psychological functioning everywhere. Such a sense, beginning in infancy and continuing throughout life, comes about by experiencing mutual empathy; by sensing oneself as part of a whole, which recognizes and accepts that one is a member.

It is these moments that have led me here This need I had to sleep beside you That has caused all the trouble in my life. - excerpt from "Wanting You

down to her for a deep, openmouthed kiss flavored with her taste. He groaned hoarsely, sweeping

Though the 'Thou' is not an 'It', it is also not "another 'I'". He who treats a person as "another 'I'" does not really see that person but only a projected image of himself. Such a relation, despite the warmest "personal" feeling is really 'I'-'It'.

what I feel with regard to our Mass, for instance, is the exact opposite of what you think you would be bound to feel. I feel at Mass as if I were breathing the kind of air you breathe on the mountains in spring, or in a wood, or in the fields at dawn on a spring day; something where the freshness is fresh beyond all sweetness: it is more than sweetness, it is simply fresh--unspeakably fresh . . . that is all, and that is enough. . . .

How not to search that space where, for a time span lasting from dusk to dawn, two beings have no other reason to exist than to expose themselves totally to each other- totally, integrally, absolutely- so that their common solitude may appear not in front of their own eyes but in front of ours, yes, how not to look there and how not to rediscover "the negative community, the community of those who have no community"?

Between them, the fear, the fear shared in common, and, through the fear, the abyss of fear over which they join one another without being able to do so, dying, each alone, of fear.

Deux paroles étroitement serrées l'une contre l'autre, comme deux corps vivants, mais aux limites indécises.