Quotes About Connection

Paddling palms and pinching fingers.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes,Bliss in our brows bent.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in theeCalls back the lovely April of her prime.

So we grew together,Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,But yet an union in partition;Two lovely berries molded on one stem.

No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity.

I understand thy kisses and thou mine,And that's a feeling disputation.

O heavens! this is my true-begotten father.

No sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy.

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar;Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.

He wants the natural touch.

These trees shall be my books.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

Julia: They do not love that do not show their love.Lucetta: O! they love least that let men know their love.

Our new heraldry is hands not hearts.

The kiss you take is better than you give.

True friendship is always a sweet responsible, never an opportunity.

Words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find.

I love the concept of togetherness and the entwinement of marriage.

Death ends a life, but it does not end a relationship. —

By the time we became friends, he was concerned he was losing his facility for the language, so he actually found a Yiddish-speaking psychiatrist in Los Angeles and paid her hourly fee once a week just to sit and speak with him in Yiddish. He

The proper means of increasing the love we bear our native country is to reside some time in a foreign one.

The best time to frame an answer to the letters of a friend, is the moment you receive them. Then the warmth of friendship, and the intelligence received, most forcibly cooperate.

He reached out and took her hand. Neither cared that someone might see. They had been taught all their lives that the only deep feelings between men and women were sexual, but now they knew that it was a lie. They were friends and they loved one another, and their hand-holding was perfectly innocent. It was one more thing to rejoice in, one more way in which they had risen above the system, above the machine.

Human beings who blind themselves to human need make themselves less human.