Quotes About Connection

In this sense, God is the great companion – the fellow-sufferer who understands.

Heart of my heart, we are one with the wind, One with the clouds that are whirled o'er the lea, One in many, O broken and blind, One as the waves are at one with the sea! Ay! when life seems scattered apart, Darkens, ends as a tale that is told, One, we are one, O heart of my heart, One, still one, while the world grows old.

When I make a picture, I make love.

Religion is what the individual does with his own solitariness; and if you are never solitary, you are never religious.

Laughter is the orgasm of the face".

My friends are my country.

To trace the unfamiliar to the familiar ... is to understand.

Ritual is the passage way of the soul into the Infinite.

To be everywhere at once and to know everybody was, after all, but to slip the cables of the tiny, separate self, and experience the Whole. Hence the desire to be elsewhere and otherwise. Hence, too, the innate yearning to share experiences of all kinds with others.

Smoke and fire go together always.

Vance merely echoed the rush of her vital personality.

She might be a protector, but she was not a real companion; and he knew that somewhere or other he had left a lot of other real companions whom he now missed dreadfully.

He was never alone. A companionship of millions went with him, and he felt the Desert close, as stars are close to one another, or grains of sand.

Every corner of the globe, with its different activities, touched their hearts and minds with interest—busy, rushing life in various forms, and all going on simultaneously, at this moment—now. Life obviously was one. The strange unity was convincing. Nothing they saw was alien to themselves, for they took part in it.

Te necesito. A tí, querida alma de mi pasado sombrío -se apretó junto a él tanto que su aliento le rozaba los ojos, y su voz cantó literalmente al decir -: Te tengo, porque tu me amas y estás por completo a mi merced.

What one thinks finds expression in words, and what one says, happens.

I will go back to the great sweet mother,Mother and lover of men, the sea.

Body and spirit are twins: God only knows which is which.

If love were what the rose is,And I were like the leaf,Our lives would grow togetherIn sad or singing weather.

I will go back to the great sweet mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea. I will go down to her, I and none other, Close with her, kiss her, and mix her with me. Cling to her, strive with her, hold her fast; O fair white mother, in days long passed Born without sister, born without brother, Set free my soul as thy soul is free.

For till the thunder and trumpet be, Soul may divide from body, but not we One from another

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart, Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart; And deep in one is the bitter root, And sweet for one is the lifelong flower.

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

Live amongst people in such a manner that if you die they weep over you and if you are alive they crave for your company.