Quotes About Connection

Well you improvise with some people better than with others… [Mike Nicholls and I] had the same kind of playfulness. We enjoy the same kind of pretend. As kids do. You know. If he had come and said: 'I'm a doctor, are you sick?' I would have said, if I was kid: 'I don't feel good'. Because I wouldn't have said: 'Whaddya mean?' I would have known what he was doing. We were very childish for our age.

I am deeply moved by things. I'd hate to miss the intense joy of that.

Maybe, thought Maddie, remembering what had happened next, maybe she figured all she'd have to do was say something and she'd really be one of the girls. And this would be an easy thing to do because all they were doing was talking about dresses.

Into the eyes of those she met Pollyanna smiled joyously. She was disappointed—but not surprised—that she received no answering smile in return. She was used to that now—in Boston. She still smiled, however, hopefully: there might be some one, sometime, who would smile back.

é melhor, ou até mesmo tão bom, reunir um monte de gente para fazer o que todo mundo gostaria de fazer por si mesmo. Tenho certeza de que prefiro dar a Jamie um... Um bom livro agora, do que ter uma instituição que o faça, e sei que ele gostaria que eu também fizesse isso. [Pollyana à Sra. Carew]

Oh, but it wouldn't be a useless walk, sir. Father said nothing was useless that helped to keep us in tune, you know. In tune! I mean, you looked as father used to look sometimes, when he felt out of tune. And he always said there was nothing like a walk to put him back again. I—I was feeling a little out of tune myself to-day, and I thought, by the way you looked, that you were, too. So I asked you to go to walk.

Miró a las gentes agrupadas a su

Supersticiosa, tocaba los objetos para comunicarse con el mundo aparente y cogía un libro o un salero como punto de apoyo para no caer en el vacío. Así establecía un fluido mágico entre la Isabel real y la Isabel irreal y se sentía consolada.

I am not a cosmic orphan.

When one cannot trust, a vicious cycle begins. The less you trust, the less likely you are to have friends or intimate relationships. The more isolated you become, the less you can trust others. When others do not seek you out, or you cannot seem to make friends, you may think that there is something wrong with you.

The great writers of aphorisms read as if they had all known each other very well.

E, então, o tempo, o tempo verdadeiramente físico, não se orienta pelo relógio; ele é antes, e no mais das vezes, uma função da atmosfera na qual transcorre. É, portanto, extraordinariamente difícil determinar, mesmo aproximadamente, quando um se juntou de fato à companhia dos outros, quando o outro se levantou e quando o terceiro realmente partiu.

The fingers of the attacker feel what will soon belong to his whole body.

I write to understand as much as to be understood.

Music does not replace words, it gives tone to the words

Suffering pulls us farther away from other human beings. It builds a wall made of cries and contempt to separate us.

What all these victims need above all is to know that they are not alone; that we are not forgetting them, that when their voices are stifled we shall lend them ours, that while their freedome depends on ours, the quality of our freedom depends on theirs.

The sky is so close to the sea that it is difficult to tell which is reflected in the other, which one needs the other, which one is dominating the other.

I have not lost faith in God. I have moments of anger and protest. Sometimes I've been closer to him for that reason.

I needed to know that there was such a thing as love and that it brought smiles and joy in its wake.

You're shaking … so am I. It's because of Jerusalem, isn't it? One doesn't go to Jerusalem, one returns to it. That's one of its mysteries.

We're alone, but we are capable of communicating to one another both our loneliness and our desire to break through it. You say, 'I'm alone.' Someone answers, 'I'm alone too.' There's a shift in the scale of power. A bridge is thrown between the two abysses.

If life is not a celebration, why remember it ? If life --- mine or that of my fellow man --- is not an offering to the other, what are we doing on this earth?

God made man because He loves stories.