Quotes About Connection

He directed her attention to another question: "When I speak to you in your language, what happens to mine? Does my language continue to speak, but in silence?

Total nudity is very strongly advised against, even when one is 'alone'. This is because absolute solitude does not exist in a world in which we share existence with the djinns and angels.

Look at the sky. We are not alone. The whole universe is friendly to us and conspires only to give the best to those who dream and work.

Yet I lay in bed that night imagining what it would be like not to feel such an alien in England, to be able to live with someone to whom I could speak casually about things without having to give long explanations, what it would be like not to live in England at all, but here, in a crowd, rather than always being and feeling on the edges of everything.

Baz? kitaplardan hiç ayr?lmad?m çünkü beni hiç s?kmad?lar.

The whole world ends up in London somehow

He doesn't visit me in dreams, but the smell of garlic on my fingers reminds me of him and, by extension, he loss of him. Sulfurous, maybe a little shameful, the smell reminds me of love.

As goes love so goes life.

Overall, my books represent a kind of shared communion and meditation with my fellow human beings… The books are also a part of what I call the great continuum of spiritual literary dialogue that I feel has been in progress since human beings first gave in to the urge to pray to their sense of something greater than themselves and interpreted certain signs or events or silences as responses to those prayers.

The words 'I Love You' kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.

Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.

This world's anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.

If the idea of loving those whom you have been taught to recognize as your enemies is too overwhelming, consider more deeply the observation that we are all much more alike than we are unalike.

The gentle pulsing and flickering of stars and nebulae made a kind of music, a sweet easy mesh of whispered tones and sighing harmonies that held him in its force like the earth [holding] the moon.

The Universe said, 'Let me show your soul something beautiful.

Got just enough room to be a friend of yours. Oh I hope you got room to be a friend of mine.

If with all your power you kissed the angel of love, what then might happen?

Community makes us all. Secret society breaks us all.

Should I draw you the picture of my heart, it would be what I hope you still would love, though it contained nothing new. The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have ever maintained over it, leave not the smallest space unoccupied.

I look back to the early days of our acquaintance and friendship, as to the days of love and innocence, and, with an indescribable pleasure, I have seen near a score of years roll over our heads, with an affection heightened and improved by time; nor have the dreary years of absence in the smallest degree effaced from my mind the image of the dear, untitled man to whom I gave my heart.

When he is wounded, I bleed. {page 262 of John Adams}

There is little in life as rewarding as enjoying a salad composed entirely of things you've picked from your own garden

He remembers what I forget and I remember what he forgets. It's too late for either of us to make another old friend.