Quotes About Connection

You are here to remind me of someone I long for, and what is it you long for yourself? We must have been together in an earlier life, you and I.

Kader arad??? ki?iyi insan?n kar??s?na her seferinde kap? kom?usu olarak ç?karmaz. Uzaklar? yak?n etmek dü?er size. Haritalar? seviniz.

Baz? ?eyleri ötekilere/onlara anlatmak güçtür. anlamaya haz?rd?rlar. anlamak isterler. anlamaya çal???rlar. fakat as?l zor olan?n, sizin için güç olan?n, bu anlatma çabas? oldu?unu anlamazlar.

AÅŸk da bir nasip iÅŸidir.Herkese nasip olmaz.

A?k, sevdi?iniz ki?inin mazisini de ele geçirmenizi ister sizden."A?k, birlikte ya?anmam?? zamanlar? da ele geçirmek ister.

Kelimelerin kemiklerini örtecek toprak yoktur.

Onun gün günden dalg?nla?an gözleriyle, kendisinin gün günden farkl?la?an gözleri aras?nda günlerin de?i?en ????? can yak?yordu. Annesiyle kendisini yaln?zca ana-k?z de?il, ayn? hikâyede benzer kaderi payla?an iki kad?n olarak dü?ünmeye ba?lam??t?. Bir yerlerde kendilerine ait bir dünyay? kaybetmi? iki kad?nd?lar sanki; anne-k?z olmalar?ysa sadece tesadüftü.

it is hard to keep your feet on the earth while your heart looks for the heavens.

Doost", Ahmed voiced. "Doost",he repeated softly,shutting his eyes. The word felt like a caress. "what does it mean?" 'It means "The Friend","The One I Love","the One I Long For".

The sources of poetry are in the spirit seeking completeness.

only my fingers in your hair, only, my eyes splitting the skull to tickle your brain with love in a slow caress blurring the mind, kissing your mouth awake opening the body's mouth and stopping the words. — Muriel Rukeyser, from "Three Sides of a Coin," Collected Poems of Muriel Rukeyser . (University of Pittsburgh Press May 10th 2014)

Their faces said : This is your home; and I . I never come home, I never go away. And they all answered : Stay.

And if an essential thing has flown between us, rare intellectual bird of communication, let us seize it quickly : let our preference choose it instead of softer things to screen us each from the other's self : muteness or hesitation, nor petrify live miracle by our indifference.

When I am dead, even then, I will still love you, I will wait in these poems, When I am dead, even then I am still listening to you.

The fear of poetry is an indication that we are cut off from our own reality.

In all the cities of this year I have longed for the other city.

Lying in the grass girl and boy Eating oranges, exchanging kisses like waves exchanging whiteness. Lying on the beach girl and boy. Eating apples, exchanging kisses like clouds exchanging whiteness. Lying underground girl and boy. Saying nothing, never kissing exchanging silence for silence.

I miss it if I'm not in it for any length of time; I don't feel comfortable. I want trees and I want frequent rain.

Art forms a single, common mentality among all of humanity.

Hate is a small remnant of love.

Loneliness is a utopia of serenity, a deep connection with eternity and infinity and reality. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Love dies only when the warmth of the embrace, the warmth of the last kiss, cool down in your thoughts. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Love in the 21st century is an immersion in greedy mathematics.

Love is part of the chaos of nature and the universe itself. Only by breaking your logic will you know love.