Quotes About Shared

They traded one of those looks only two people who have grown up together can trade, long and candid, and Rachel found herself hurting for him.

The voice of the Lord is the voice of common sense, which is shared by all that is

There is so much knowledge available today that there can be no such thing anymore as a classical education that we can expect more than a relatively few people to share.

In the companionship of art we are all of a time. Early or late we are to be shared.

America's higher purpose is not just to allow you to have what you want, or to allow me to have what I want. Our higher purpose is to give everyone a fair shot at making their dreams come true. Anything that stands in the way of that will ultimately deprive all of us of the opportunities we hold most dear. For America doesn't belong to any one of us; America belongs to all of us.

Alberto pensó súbitamente, en el bautizo de los perros. Por primera vez, después de tres años, sentía esa sensación de impotencia y humillación radical que había descubierto al ingresar al colegio. Sin embargo, ahora era todavía peor: al menos, el bautizo se compartía.

I wondered whether I wanted to hear more. The Jean business was long over, but even when you have ceased to love someone, that does not necessarily bring an indifference to a past shared together. Besides, though love may die, vanity lives on timelessly. I knew that I must be prepared to hear things I should not like. Yet, although where unfaithfulness reigns, ignorance may be preferable to knowledge, at the same time, once knowledge is brutally born, exactitude is preferable to uncertainty.

Even when you have ceased to love someone, that does not necessarily bring an indifference to a past shared together. Besides, though love may die, vanity lives on timelessly. I knew that I must be prepared to hear things I should not like. Yet, although where unfaithfulness reigns, ignorance may be preferable to knowledge, at the same time, once knowledge is brutally born, exactitude is preferable to uncertainty.

Marriage, aunt, is like death, common to all.

We shared an explosive enthusiasm that we blasted out of our bodies with alcohol.

No man is an island. What happens to one, happens to us all, for we are all made of clay and stardust. We share the same moments of time. The universal second hand starts its unforgiving sweep toward the next minute:

He felt as if the roots of his own life were intertwined with those of his brothers and sisters, somewhere deep down in the dark earth. Every blow that struck, every injury that ate away at the marrow of one of them was felt by all.

And we spend the rest of the evening getting very pissed and eating ice cream, as we always do when something good or bad happens to either one of us.

My city too, not yours alone!

It is a fact: Of all the people we ever know in our lifetime, the only thing we have in common with them is a handful of shared experiences.

information is simultaneously a relationship, an action, and an area of shared mind. What it isn't is a noun. Information is not a thing. It isn't an object. It isn't something that, when you sell it or have it stolen, ceases to remain in your possession. It doesn't have a market value that can be objectively determined.

Grief has a ruthless commonality.

What seems a loss of interest is in fact a failure of trust, of shared intimacy.

What was important wasn't the fireworks, it was that we were together this evening, together in this place, looking up into the sky at the same time.

Our stories may be singular, but our destination is shared.

When I was writing my autobiography, these songs came up from time to time which were important to me, and I realized that what they really represented was, they'd come from this age of shared music.

Though 'Fire and Rain' is very personal, for other people it resonates as a sort of commonly held experience... And that's what happens with me. I write things for personal reasons, and then in some cases it... can be a shared experience.

Loss doesn't feel redeemable. But for me one consoling aspect is the recognition that, in this at least, none of us is different from anyone else: We all lose loved ones; we all face our own death.

The measure of a conversation is how much mutual recognition there is in it; how much shared there is in it. If you're talking about what's in your own head, or without thought to what people looking and listening will feel, you might as well be in a room talking to yourself.