Quotes About Connection

But there is me. And you. Somewhere out there, there's you. And I'm glad there's you. And I'm glad that I know that there's you. And somewhere, in a remote corner somewhere, there's a little we. A little we that will still be there no matter what happens now. First-person plural: We. I. And you. We.

She turns her head and looks at me, and there is a trustfuless in that look I probably do not deserve. But maybe that is not the point, to deserve it or not, perhaps it just exists, that trust, disconnected from who you are and what you have done, and is not to be measured in any way.

Oh, well, we did have a good day out together, you and I, that doesn't happen every day, does it?

the difference between talking and not talking is slowly wiped out, that the unending, inner conversation we carry on with ourselves merges with the one we have with the few people we still see, and when you live alone for too long the line which divides the one from the other becomes vague, and you do not notice when you cross that line. Is

I wonder whether that is how we get to be after living alone for a long time, that in the middle of a train of thought we start talking out loud, that the difference between talking and not talking is slowly wiped out, that the unending, inner conversation we carry on with ourselves merges with the one we have with the few people we still see.

I can understand that,' Jim said. And Tommy

What's your dog's name?" "Oh, he ain't got no name." "Why's that?" "I don't like names," the man said, looking down at his pet. "How do you call it?" Jim asked. "Call it?

Basil was happy to have me home. He considered the manner in which I ignored him a kind of attention. He and I were not so different.

It was the one place that I knew more about than anyone else. I wondered if everyone needed such a place, if everyone could have such a place, if my daughter would ever have such a place.

Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?

He is made one with Nature: there is heardHis voice in all her music, from the moanOf thunder to the song of night's sweet bird.

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:What if my leaves are falling like its own!The tumult of thy mighty harmoniesWill take from both a deep, autumnal tone,Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

Nothing in the world is single,All things by a law divineIn one spirit meet and mingle.

See! the mountains kiss high heaven, And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea: - What are all these kissings worth, If thou kiss not me?

A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.

When soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine?

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

A God made by man undoubtedly has need of man to make himself known to man.

You ought not to love the individuals of your domestic circle less, but to love those who exist beyond it more. Once make the feelings of confidence and of affection universal, and the distinctions of property and power will vanish; nor are they to be abolished without substituting something equivalent in mischief to them, until all mankind shall acknowledge an entire community of rights.

True Love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Epipsychidion

Friendship, a dear balm... A smile among dark frowns: a beloved light: A solitude, a refuge, a delight.

What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain?

And the sunlight claps the earth, And the moonbeam kiss the sea, What is all these sweet work worth, If thou kiss not me.