Quotes About Connection

I love cats because I love my home and after a while they become its visible soul.

After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.

Wolves are brotherly," he said. "They love each other, and if you learn to speak to them, they will love you too.

We humans will never know how meadows or mountains smell, but deer and horses and pigs do. Bando sniffs deeply and shakes his head. We were left out when it comes to smelling things, he says. I would love to be able to smell a mountain and follow my nose to it.

I don't know why, but this seemed like one of the nicest things I had learned in the woods--that earthworms, lowly, confined to the darkness of the earth, could make just a little stir in the world.

To Squanto, as to all Native Americans, the land did not belong to the people, people belonged to the land.

It seemed marvelous to see life pump through that strange little body of feathers, wordless noises, milk eyes—much as life pumped through me.

Yes, you are Eskimo," he had said. "And never forget it. We live as no other people can, for we truly understand the earth.

There must be a wound inside the words that communicates.

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.

Love and friendship exclude each other.

Time makes friendship stronger, but love weaker.

We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.

We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.

All men's misfortunes spring from their hatred of being alone.

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.

To be among people one loves, that's sufficient; to dream, to speak to them, to be silent among them, to think of indifferent things; but among them, everything is equal.

Pe bun? dreptate se spunea c? ideile î?i croise drum printre oameni.

Mor?ii tr?iesc atâta vreme cât o singur? fiin?? vie îi mai poart? în minte. Noi îi purt?m în noi pe mor?ii no?tri.

It happend that Bob referred in front of Paul to the young woman met in Chantilly; it happened that Paul spoke to Bob of the one from the cinema that he'd had so much trouble seeing again. It never occurred to them that these portraits might bear a certain resemblance to each other, and the fact is that they bore none at all.

I do not believe in God, for that implies an effort of the will — I see God everywhere!

And Phoebe and Sebastian went their separate ways, to the blacksmith shop and the library, after several backward glances that weren't coordinated enough to allow either to know that the other one was looking.

I walk with Rafe to the End of the Rainbow. With his wild ginger hair and beard flattened by the rain, he looks like a wet haystack. He catches me grinning at him. "Well, you don't look like any GQ guy yourself," he says, and then we're laughing like maniacs while the rain pours down on us.

One can hear all that's going on in the street. Which means that from the street one can hear what's going on in this house.