Quotes About Connection

I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?

Thinking about her is the next best thing!

The animal looks at us, and we are naked before it. Silently the animal catches our glance. The animal looks at us, and whether we look away (from the animal, our plate, our concern, ourselves) or not, we are exposed. Whether we change our lives or do nothing, we have responded. To do nothing is to do something.

What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls?

Children bury their dead parents, because the dead need to be buried. Parents do not need to bring their children into the world, but children need to bring their parents out of it.

Het eten van dieren raakt ons in het diepste van ons wezen, in onze herinneringen, onze verlangens en onze waarden. Wat het bij ons losmaakt is potentieel controversieel, potentieel bedreigend, potentieel inspirerend, maar altijd betekenisvol.

But he didn't say anything, and neither did she. Not because the words were deliberately withheld, but because the pipeline between them was too occluded for such bravery.

A me piace vedere le persone riunite, forse è sciocco, ma che dire, mi piace vedere la gente che si corre incontro, mi piacciono i baci e i pianti, amo l'impazienza, le storie che la bocca non riesce a raccontare abbastanza in fretta, le orecchie che non sono abbastanza grandi, gli occhi che non abbracciano tutto il cambiamento, mi piacciono gli abbracci, la ricomposizione, la fine della mancanza di qualcuno.

And so it is with prayer, with true prayer, which is never a request, and never praise, but the expression of something of extreme significance that would otherwise have no way to be expressed. As Abraham Joshua Heschel wrote, 'Prayer may not save us. But prayer may make us worthy of being saved.' We are made worthy, made righteous, by expression.

You love an idea.' I told her, 'I love our idea.' That was the point, we were having an idea together.

Men become mothers to one another in combat. The grief and rage that they experience when the special comrade is killed appears virtually identical to that of a child suddenly orphaned, and they feel that the mother within them has died with the friend.

When I am reading a book, whether wise or silly, it seems to me to be alive and talking to me.

To know your organism, you must eat it.' Not just the flies: the pupae. And not just to horrify people, but to know.

Nothing except love itself touches us so intimately and forcibly as a good story told exactly right.

We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Love is touching souls.

I could drink a case of you, darlin'...and I would still be on my feet, yes I would still be on my feet...

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and so sweet Oh I could drink a case of you darling And I would still be on my feet Oh I would still be on my feet

We are stardust Billion-year old carbon And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden

Won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses

We are stardust, we are golden, We are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

I never loved a man as far as I could pitch my shoe.

Love is not to be proven or measured...It exists, and that is enough.

Porque agora sabe que ela brilhará para ele entre mil estrelas no céu sem igual da cidade negra.