Quotes about Connection

She had an overwhelming desire to tell him, like the most banal of women, Don't let me go, hold me tight, make me your plaything, your slave, be strong! But they were words she could not say. The only things she said when he released her from his embrace was, 'You don't know how happy I am to be with you.' That was the most her reserved nature allowed her to express.

Love begins with a metaphor. Love begins at a point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

Now he too tried hard to think of something else (it was the only thing they had in common), so as to be able to go on making love to her.

Consciousness of being loved separates a woman from the herd

That is the secret of poetry. We burn in the woman we adore, we burn in the thought we espouse, we burn in the landscape that moves us

when it's a question of wahre Liebe, true love, the beloved hardly matters.

We live in two different dimensions, you and I.

Let us suppose that such is the case, that somewhere in the world each of us has a partner who once formed part of our body. Tomas's other part is the young woman he dreamed about. The trouble is, man does not find the other part of himself. Instead, he is sent a Tereza in a bulrush basket. But what happens if he nevertheless later meets the one who was meant for him, the other part of himself? Whom is he to prefer? The woman from the bulrush basket or the woman from Plato's myth?

The tons of steel of the Russian tanks were nothing compared with it. For there is nothing heavier compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.

A single metaphor can give birth to love. To love someone out of compassion means not really to love.

Love does not to be understood. It needs only to be shown.

Love one another, but let's try not to possess one another.