Quotes About Connection

Senescence begins And middle-age ends The day your descendants Outnumber your friends

Marriage is the alliance of two people, one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other who never forgets them.

When you feel authentic love toward others, you will be deeply moved to act. You will not rest until you have found ways to secure the happiness of all those you are able to include in your feelings of love. As you learn to love more and more widely, your love will motivate you to act to benefit not just the few people in your inner circle, but your whole society, and eventually, the whole world. – 17th Karmapa

[The Indian] sees no need for setting apart one day in seven as a holy day, since to him all days are God's.

In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends. We eat, drink, sing, dance, and flirt with them. We wed and christen with flowers. We dare not die without them. We have worshipped with the lily, we have meditated with the lotus, we have charged in battle array with the rose and the chrysanthemum. We have even attempted to speak in the language of flowers. How could we live without them? It frightens one to conceive of a world bereft of their presence.

In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.

Bvalltu, for such approximately was the philosopher's name, the "11" being pronounced more or less as in 27 Welsh, Bvalltu effected a "cure" by merely inviting

we are both in essence intelligent and sensitive beings, we can rise far above our differences, to reach across the gulf that separates us, and be together in this exquisite union of opposites.

It can be because in each man's life there are only a few women who can turn him inside out, who can cripple him with a smile. These are weaknesses, but they're also a sign of humanity. Without these flaws, a man doesn't really live.

Her hands stretch across the table and squeeze the fingers of my left hand. "I've got my bestest lover here, and we're talking about things that no longer exist for me. It's like discussing dreams we've had.

been waiting all my life to meet you? Well, it applies to children. First as babies, but particularly once they've gotten old enough to have well-defined characters. It's completely true—you realize that you really have been waiting all your life to meet this person. There's nothing to compare to it.

He was drunk, but this was something he'd thought about for a long time and needed no sobriety to express—just a listener.

I thought: please don't grow familiar. I think I said it out loud: Please don't let me love you that horrible way.

The situation is grave: the way we lean over each other, the way years later we emerge: hunchbacked, hooded, with full grown tender things called souls.

what doesn't begin with love and death and end in loneliness?

I thought: please don't grow familiar. I think I said it out loud: Please don't let me love you that horrible way. The

We came together like months in a lunar year, measured in nights, dividing perfectly into female phases. Like women anywhere living in groups we had synchronous menses. And had no need of a wound, a puncture, to seal our bond.

III. I take my love to Manita. Swift-boned, green- eyed, dressed in her dark skin and hair, I take my Love in on fire. Manita moans. Manita's hands flow delicate as insects, agile as fish, cool as the shifting water, the night- quiet lake. I take my Love to her hand on fire. She takes my love.

We have a view of the world, but Animals have a sense of the world, do you see?

If people could read the same books, they would inhabit the same world.

People are always far away.

Annushka also needs to feel someone's gaze on her, to feel that her crying is witnessed by someone, to feel it isn't just addressing a void.

This is in essence what interested him the most: In what way do such distinct substances as the body and the soul connect in the human body and act upon one another?

Gradually I felt flooded by a powerful sense of communion with the people passing by. Each man was my brother and each woman my sister. We were so very much alike. So fragile, impermanent, and easily destroyed. We trustingly went to and fro beneath the sky, which had nothing good in store for us.