Quotes About Connection

When I wrote to him, I wanted my letters to be sprightly, trivial, indifferent. In spite of myself, I imbued them with my love. I would have liked to make it seem powerful, sure of itself and sure of me, but I infused it, despite myself, with all my anxiety.

I had recourse to magic, that is, to a kind of deliberate predisposition, an intuitive complicity with nature.

My love is always sad."' "That's right. As soon as I kiss you, you get sad. I've noticed it." "Does it bother you?" "No, it doesn't matter. I'm happy instead of you. I murmur to myself I love you... I love you... I love you...

I love you as if you were in my belly. You're not my sweetheart, you're myself. My heart or my sex. A branch of me.

I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me.

They spent their time doing nothing... they let intimacy fuse them.

on him, under him, with his mouth pressed to hers, he sang to her uncouth songs that moved through her body.

je toucherais le corps d'un chêne.

She no longer rubbed shoulders with clouds and heights, sunset and dawn, but with men stinking of goat.

C'est fort de cÅ"ur ; ça ne crie pas quand tu les tues, ça te fixe dans les yeux, ça te traverse par les yeux avec l'aiguille des yeux.

C'était si simple, à l'ancienne façon : l'homme, et, tout autour, mais sous lui, les bêtes, les plantes; ça marchait bien, comme ça. On tue un lièvre, on cueille un fruit; une pêche, c'est du jus sucré dans la bouche, un lièvre c'est un grand plat débordant de viande noire. Après, on s'essuie la bouche et on fume une pipe sur le seuil.

É costume dizer-se que o Homem é feito de células e sangue. Mas, na realidade, ele é como as folhas das árvores. É preciso que o vento lhes sopre para se ouvir o seu cantar.

Deixou de existir a nossa terra. Quem ama, ama o mundo ou não ama nada.

Now, once one has got to know these people at all, it's apparent that they love the wind to distraction and that they'd even pay to have wind. They've no need to pay, they've got it, solidly and permanently.

trois images sont peinturées dedans ma tête, telles que, vivantes, et qui se mettent entre le pays et moi, si bien que je les vois quand mon Å"il, pourtant, regarde l'arbre, l'herbe, la pomme ou le dos des collines.

tout ça vient parce que il est le père des caresses. Il a un mot pour chacun :

Une femme comme ça, c'était un morceau de la terre, le pareil d'un arbre, d'une colline, d'une rivière, d'une montagne. Ça faisait partie du rond ensemble. Ça durerait autant que les étoiles !

s'aimaient comme des gens libres. Vous me direz : « comme des bêtes » ; et puis après

She listened; she heard the dull thumping of her blood which seemed to be tramping on her with a heavy heel.    She passed her left hand across the night to feel the man's firm wrist, which was against her right hand. It was all knotted like a gnarled branch. It filled her left hand with warm flesh which was supple and finely nerved.    "I can't explain....They all have their women. Such a passion has seized the earth...such a passion!" 

I caught him with an unseen hook and an invisible line which is long enough to let him wander to the ends of the world and still bring him back with a twitch upon the thread. —C. K. Chesterton, via Evelyn Waugh

Miss Saigon from Madam Butterfly. The Hours from Mrs. Dalloway. The Lion King from Hamlet

It means: I bow to the divine light within you and you bow to the divine light within me.

The pain between them at this moment is more intimate than anything that has come before. It is also, incidentally, more intimate than anything she has shared with her fiancé. It is devastating.

I'll tell you," says Oliver, "when I know you better.