Quotes About Connection

Man sollte nie jemanden anlachen, der vorher nicht wenigstens gelächelt hat.

I ako ti u ovaj tren ne progovoriš, ako ne progovoriš neposredno, neposredno, iskreno, ja ?u od te tvoje konvencionalnosti poludjeti ovdje, na ovome mjestu! Meni je tako užasno, glava mi je tako strašno ogromna, tako tamna, i sve je u meni tamno, a ti si tako neistinit, tako patvoren, tako hladan, dalek, tako pasivno strašan(...).

S ljudima zajedno smrdi, ali je toplo.

Slikati zvukove i mirise je nemogu?e, a slike su nezamislive u svoj savršenoj realizaciji bez zvukova i bez mirisa!

Sve je lapidarno, sve stoji na ne?emu, sve ima svoju podlogu, ukorijenjeno je, sve ima tri dimenzije. Žive?i tako, ?ovjek bi i sam mogao postati trodimenzionalan, vratiti se natrag do Euklida, razviti se natrag do stvarnog dodirivanja tvari i sam se pretvoriti ponovno u tvar!

No matter how long their partings, on meeting they fell together as sweetly as two halves of an apple. Now in old age, the warm friendship had an added quality, for the knowledge that it must end before long quickened their love for each other.

She clawed her way into my heart and wouldn't let go.

A kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know.

Her fingers brushed his palm as she took the piece of metal, warm from his touch, and something surprisingly like a burst of want ferreted up her spine.

Masjid turns on the radio, and Rabindra Sangeet adds the perfect soundtrack to the scene: "Por ke korile nikot bondhu"—you bring the distant near. One of Baba's favorites.

My heart is still Bengali. Isn't Didu's?

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

Sharing tales of those we've lost is how we keep from really losing them.

I don't know what it is about food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.

When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.

Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.

You see, you closed your eyes. That was the difference. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too--even when you're in the dark. Even when you're falling.

When you look into your mother's eyes, you know that is the purest love you can find on this earth.

I like myself better when I'm with you.

One day spent with someone you love can change everything.

The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.

There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind...

No life is a waste," the Blue Man said. "The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we're alone.