Quotes About Connection

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)

I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet.

since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart).

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea

your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

I will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene; I will touch you with my mind. Touch you, that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which I did not write.

anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down)

but what's wholly marvellous my Darling is that you & i are more than you & i(be ca us e It's we)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart).

lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry -the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

Ich trage Dein Herz bei mir. Ich trage es in meinem Herzen.

Man's capacity to rise above his social and historical situation seems to be conditioned by the sensitivity with which he recognizes the extent of his involvement in it.

Perhaps we all reappear, perhaps all our lives are impositions one on another.

And so do people pass out of one's life and all you can remember of them is their humanity, a poor fitful thing of no dominion, like your own.

He wondered seriously if love wasn't a feeling at all but a simple characterless state of shared isolation. If you were alone with a woman your feelings might change from moment to moment but the circumstance of your shared fate did not change. Maybe that's where the love was, in the combined circumstance.

And she understood as I did that when you sat down and put your hands on the keys, it was not just a piano in front of you, it was a universe.

I knew he was the real thing because when he laughed other men at the table laughed with him.

You have to know someone to want to kill him.

Homer, maybe you can tell me why I am fatally attracted to women who are no more than mirrors of myself.

Friendship is what endures. Shared ideals, respect for the whole character of a human being.

Some people spend all their time on a vacation taking pictures so that when they get home they can show their friends evidence that they had a good time. They don't pause to let the vacation enter inside of them and take that home.