Quotes About Connection

Real wisdom lies in linking everything together—that's when the true shape of all of it emerges.

Mówi? do kogo?, kto nie rozumie, to próbowa? otworzy? zamek ?d?b?em trawy, to kroi? chleb ga??zk? bazylii, wkr?ca? ?arówk? w ptasie gniazdo, wk?ada? dyskietk? mi?dzy dwa kamienie.

How wonderful – to translate from one language to another, and by so doing to bring people closer to one another – what a beautiful idea.

A Peloponnesian strait is what the earth gives to the water, and Crete what the water gives to the earth.

I stopped in the sloping market square, and 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.

Sometimes I can't sleep because I miss you all so much. And sometimes I don't think about you at all.

People shouldn't be allowed to live so far away," he said at the front door. "What do you gain by hiding away from the world like this? It'll catch up with you anyway.

estamos hechos de materia y al mismo tiempo somos ajenos a ella, que estamos separados de ella.

A mind that seemed to be aware of everything, even things it didn't really understand, but that moved fast—a quick, intelligent electric impulse without limits, linking everything with everything, convinced that all of it together must mean something, even if we couldn't yet know what.

sometimes it happens that the souls of parents and children are fundamentally hostile to one another, and they meet in life in order to remedy this hostility.

Clearly I did not inherit whatever gene it is that makes it so that when you linger in a place you start to put down roots.

no great significance that are too highly valued. It is in the feet that all knowledge of Mankind lies hidden; the body sends them a weighty sense of who we really are and how we relate to the earth. It's in the touch of the earth, at its point of contact with the body that the whole mystery is located—the fact that we're built of elements of matter, while also being alien to it, separated from it. The feet—those are our plugs into the socket.

There's a couple—she is nestled up into his chest, eyes closed, like she's trying to top off an interrupted night's sleep.

As I stood there, gazing at the pulpits, I could turn around at any moment to take gentle hold of the sharp, jagged line of the horizon as if it were a strand of hair. To look beyond it.

She squeezes my shoulder and leaves, disappearing between shelves labeled "Drama" and "Action.

Each man was my brother and each woman my sister. We were so very much alike. So fragile, impermanent, and easily destroyed.

As it says in Blake: "Opposition is true friendship.

Podnios?am ko?dr? i zaprosi?am go do siebie, ale poniewa? nie jestem Czu?ostkowa ani Sentymentalna, nie b?d? si? dalej nad tym rozwodzi?.

At the bridge the wind hits both of them like a kind of lady boxer.

Literatura pomaga nam rozpozna? si? w cudzych istnieniach".

his letters came in light blue envelopes with stamps the color of whole-wheat bread.

He also gave her the name of his illness, but in Polish, so she had no idea what it was, because she just didn't know the Polish name for it. "Do you remember our promise?" he wrote.

Imagining is essentially creative; it is a bridge reconciling matter and spirit.

On the other hand, maybe God was taking away my children so as to bring me closer to Jacob.