George Washington Carver Quotes

It's so important to keep a marriage alive with small treats and doing little things for each other. Just remembering to say nice things and to have listening time is vital. That ghastly phrase 'quality time' means taking three minutes to sit down and be still with someone rather than yelling over your shoulder as you rush out.

I find it quite hard to sum up my relationship in a sound bite. I feel that it trivializes it for other people's pleasure. It's an adventure.

When I am alone the flowers are really seen; I can pay attention to them. They are felt as presences. Without them I would die...they change before my eyes. They live and die in a few days; they keep me closely in touch with the process, with growth, and also with dying. I am floated on their moments.

Somehow I knew that no matter what I chose to tell or to keep secret, he would understand.

Talk to the tree, make friends with it.

Whatever you love opens its secrets to you.

An oak tree and a rosebush grew, Young and green together, Talking the talk of growing things- Wind and water and weather. And while the rosebush sweetly bloomed The oak tree grew so high That now it spoke of newer things- Eagles, mountain peaks and sky. "I guess you think you're pretty great," The rose was heard to cry, Screaming as loud as it possibly could To the treetop in the sky. "And now you have no time for flower talk, Now that you've grown so tall." "It's not so much that I've grown," said the tree, "It's just that you've stayed so small.

And this sensitivity will create new friendships for you - friendships with trees, with birds, with animals, with mountains, with rivers, with oceans, with stars. Life becomes richer as love grows.

With understanding, those we love will certainly flower.

Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

People don't need sex so much as they need to be listened to.

I'm obsessed with trying to understand what somebody is talking about and trying to get them to understand me.

You don't necessarily go in to talk to the person to try to find some secret key to the lock.

I tell my wife all my secrets.

Sometimes I think with the telephone that if I concentrate enough I could pour myself into it and I'd be turned into a mist and I would rematerialize in the room of the person I'm talking to. Is that too odd for you?

The secret of language is the secret of sympathy, and its full charm is possible only to the gentle

Communication leads to community that is, to understanding, intimacy, and the mutual valuing that was previously lacking. Community can be defined simply as a group in which free conversation can take place. Community is where I can share my innermost thoughts, bring out the depths of my own feelings, and know they will be understood.

Talking is good. Conversations have to be forever.

If I can be more efficient, I'm actually being more respectful to the reader, which then implies a greater intimacy with the reader.

Think of this - that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other.

Love is never giving up and yet a lot of surrender. Self-care. Truth. Trust. Openness. Growth. Courage. Faith. Collaboration. Compassion. Communication. Affection. Support. Passion. Joy. Warmth. Mindfulness. Rigorous self-work. Sympatico, empathy, flow. Forgiveness.

Anything will give up its secrets if you love it enough.

Friends share secrets. That's what keeps us close.