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Quotes about Connection

When I give, I give myself
— Walt Whitman
Are you the new person drawn toward me?
— Walt Whitman
In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.
— Walt Whitman
I will be your poet, I will be more to you than to any of the rest.
— Walt Whitman
I dream in my dream all the dreams of the other dreamers, And I become the other dreamers.
— Walt Whitman
Song of myself Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset--earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow'd earth--rich apple-blossom'd earth! Smile, for your lover comes.
— Walt Whitman
The press of my foot to the earth springs a hundred affections, They scorn the best I can do to relate them.
— Walt Whitman
I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me,   You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.
— Walt Whitman
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runway sun, I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love. If you want me again look for me under your boot soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you
— Walt Whitman
If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles
— Walt Whitman
Sure as Life holds all parts together, Death holds all parts together.
— Walt Whitman
To be in any form, what is that? (round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,) If nothing lay more develop'd the quahung in it's callous shell were enough. Mine is no callous shell. I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, they seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me. I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and I am happy, to touch my person to someone else's is about as much as I can stand.
— Walt Whitman