Quotes About Connection

It may not happen in the first instant, but within ten minutes of meeting a man, a woman has a clear idea of who he is, or at least who he might be for her, and her heart of hearts has already told her whether or not she's going to fall in love with him.

For if a lover's face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home.

What is the thing you want most from me? What can I do to make you love me?' Be yourself,' said Ipek.

We tend to match the emotions of those around us. For example, we're more prone to become stressed when we're around someone who is high-strung. And we're more likely to be in a good mood when others around us are laughing.

We need to find a common language, understand each other's quirks, and establish an emotional bond. But sometimes this process is greatly accelerated, and the connection seems to form almost magically and instantaneously.

Occasionally, though, an introduction to someone new is more intense and intimate from the get-go. Maybe we share the same sense of humor or we admire the other individual's personality or passion. Or we immediately sense that we can just be ourselves around that person. Things feel right; we hit it off. There is an immediate sense of familiarity and comfort. Conversation flows easily, without embarrassing pauses or self-consciousness. In essence, we click.

Food and sex have been bound together for a long time. I guess this is due to the intimate connection between the two most powerful instincts that predominate in life: the instinct to survive and the instinct to multiply. Nourishment and sex give us a great sense of pleasure. Having the wisdom to satisfy both desires—for food and sex—is the art of living well. I truly believe that this wisdom lies within us all.

...I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes."...

Do not touch me and keep your soul out of your fingertips... Die into me or don't come to me at all.

Every act I live while I am fully awake can not help but be both prayer and lovemaking.

I want to live with deep intimacy every day of my life. I am guided, sometimes driven, by an ache to take the necessary risks that will let me live close to what is within and around me. And I am sometimes afraid that it will be too much, that I will not have, or be connected to, whatever it takes to be with it all, to bear the exquisite beauty and bone-wrenching sorrow of being fully alive.

And sometimes, I allow myself to imagine that each moment in which we love well by simply being all of who we are and being fully present allows us to give back something essential to the Sacred Mystery that sustains all life.

Most spiritual practises have been developed - and, in the past, were sustained - in community. But most of us do not live in community. Although my students and friends and I share many of these practices, we are only occasionally in proximity to one another. Doing a daily practice alone is difficult. It requires not so much a heroic discipline as a deep commitment to life, a willingness to dedicate our lives to something larger than ourselves.

I am not interested in a spirituality that cannot encompass my humanness.

I feel less alone when I read the books of Ratzinger.

I'll parade with those who are alone like me. They exist. They are very few, but they exist. I'll find them.

I leave shreds of my soul on every experience.

Il nostro rapporto non è che un contatto epidermico, un esercizio di sesso, una appagante ginnastica, insomma un dialogo da sordomuti.

The best thing about giving of ourselves is that what we get is always better than what we give. The reaction is greater than the action.

A good laugh makes us better friends with ourselves and everyone around us.

I did send a girl a plane ticket asking her for a visit, I guess that's quite romantic.

I missed my home - like the physicality of my home, I missed my friends and my family mostly and just hanging out and being in your home country - culturally it feels right and that is what I miss.

When you start falling for somebody and you can't stop thinking about when you're going to see them again, I love that. Women are beautiful. They deserve to be cherished and respected.

Sveta had much less to say, but she sat with Lev and held his hand, and when I asked her what had made her fall in love with him, she replied, 'I knew he was my future. When he was not there, I would look for him, and he would always appear by my side. That is love.' Sveta