John Berger Quotes

Things that are separate shall be united and acquire such virtue that they will restore to man his lost memory.

Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.

You haven't lost anything when you know were it is. Death can hide but not divide.

Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.

Every authentic poem contributes to the labour of poetry... to bring together what life has separated or violence has torn apart.

Suppose that thou hast detached thyself from the natural unity... yet here there is this beautiful provision, that it is in thy power again to unite thyself. God has allowed this to no other part, after it has been separated and cut asunder, to come together again. ...he has distinguished man, for he has put it in his power not to be separated at all from the universal ...he has allowed him to be returned and to be united and to resume his place as a part.

The grave is but the threshold of eternity. What a world were this, how unendurable its weight, If they whom death hath sundered, did not meet again!

Of all the miracles Po had seen in the time and space of its death, Po thought this--the absorption of another, the carrying of it--was the most bewildering and remarkable of all. Whenever Bundle separated again, Po was left with an ache of sadness that reminded the ghost of the body it had left behind.

You can look forward with hope, because one day there will be no more separation, no more scars, and no more suffering in My Fathers House. It's the home of your dreams!

All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.

Human beings have Love for one another inborn in them - Love, reassembler of our ancient nature, who tries to make one out of two and to heal human nature.

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.

I know well there is no comfort for this pain of parting. The wound always remains, but one learns to bear the pain, and learns to thank God for what he gave. For the beautiful memories of the past, and the yet more beautiful hope for the future.

It had been so long since she had seen him and she had lived on memories until they were worn thin.

With what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces." Nick says. "Maybe," Nick says, "what we're supposed to do is come together. That's how we stop the breaking.

Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.

Things that came apart could be put together again, but never exactly the same.

I took the pieces you threw away, put them together by night and day. Washed by the rain. Dried by the sun. A million pieces all in one.

And for the briefest instant, it almost feels like we're together again.

People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.

Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee.

I gasp, because Isn't that just exactly what I've been doing too: writing poems and scattering them to the winds with the same hope as Gram that someone, someday, somewhere might understand who I am, who my sister was, and what happened to us.

After desolation, grief brings back our humanity.

We can be together, Rose. Soon. We're almost there. And nothing will ever keep us apart.

Mitch”, but then reattach it and call it “Mitch-all-together.