Quotes About Connection

The more progress we make up the economic ladder the less freedom we have and without freedom, there is no joy. We can be fulfilled as human beings only when our lives are rooted in our bodies, our animal nature and the earth. Unfortunately, our technological culture cuts us off more and more from these fundamental connections.

Mabel Elsworth Todd,The Thinking Body,

All that this world knows of living lies in giving -- and more giving; He that keeps, be sure he loses -Friendship grows by what it uses.

God the Eternal Object. To find Him in everything, and everything in Him, is to be at rest.

If a man realises God's hold on him, he feels all others relaxed.

Is this what real homelessness is like? Not just a particular set of roof and walls gone, but a sense of the death of companionship?

A life without stories would be no life at all. And stories bound us, did they not, one to another, the living to the dead, people to animals, people to the land?

I am just a tiny person in Africa, but there is a place for me, and for everybody, to sit down on this earth and touch it and call it their own.

She had so much love to give - she had always felt that - and now there was somebody to whom she could give this love, and that, she knew, was good; for that is what redeems us, that is what makes our pain and sorrow bearable - this giving of love to others, this sharing of the heart.

Like metaphors and works of art, the people who matter to us are all, so far as we are concerned, inexhaustible. They always remain a step beyond the furthest point our knowledge of them has reached—though only if, and as long as, they still matter to us.

The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree but hold hands.

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.

Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mindSees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;His soul proud Science never taught to strayFar as the solar walk or milky way;Yet simple nature to his hope has giv'n,Behind the cloud-topp'd hill, an humbler heav'n.

Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

That true self-love and social are the same.

Extremes in nature equal ends produce In man they join to some mysterious use.

Remembrance and reflection how allied! What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide!

Where, one step broken, the great scale's destroyed: From Nature's chain whatever link you strike,  Tenth or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. 

So Man, who here seems principal alone, Perhaps acts second to some sphere unknown. Touches some wheel, or verges to some goal, 'Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.

My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you...

Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.

The less we love her when we woo her, The more we draw a woman in

Dividuation would thus be the opposite: the dissolving of individual identity into distributed networks of information.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.