Henry David Thoreau Quotes

Think of two people, living together day after day, year after year, in this small space, standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove, squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs, shaving in front of the same small bathroom mirror, constantly jogging, jostling, bumping against each other’s bodies by mistake or on purpose, sensually, aggressively, awkwardly, impatiently, in rage or in love – think what deep though invisible tracks they must leave, everywhere, behind them!

You really know a person when you sleep so near to them, or when you eat with them.

All those chemicals that create empathy only work when you are in a room together.

I guess a lot of things I make are relationship movies. Maybe all movies are relationship movies, because they're all about how we relate to each other.

I grew up in a household that was very close, very open, and always talking about what was going on with each other.

I'm constantly being influenced by the soul that's directly in front of me.

However long, it's definitely the presence of other people that brings out the weirdness - that collision of your own way of being with the everyday lives of others, the abrupt awareness - always a surprise no matter how often it's happened - that their lives are very different from your own.

I love figuring out a stranger, sitting down and learning about their loves and struggles and everything. People are my jam.

I always try to get in the back of the audience because people really want to get close to me, and I want to get close to them.

This may be a bit of a broad statement, but I don't think there's anyone that I've met that I haven't created a bit of a deep relationship with. It's a really lovely thing to create a relation with people that might not anticipate that closeness. And that's kind of the light of my life, getting to be close to people.

I think that sharing experiences with a person is very valuable, because it allows you to have a bond to become closer.

I want people to see how universal experiences of intimacy are, regardless of demographic or label or whatever.

Sharing a room with one person is worse than sharing with six, and sharing with six is in some ways worse than sharing with sixty.

one never knows really how things are with other people, they just do always seem more spirited than oneself somehow.

Sometimes in our relationship to another human being the proper balance of friendship is restored when we put a few grains of impropriety onto our own side of the scale.

In our opposed forms of loneliness and self-recognition and recognition of the other, we touched each other often as we spoke; and on shore in explorations of the past, we strolled with our arms linked.

The continued propinquity of another human being cramps the style after a time unless that person is somebody you think you love. Then the burden becomes intolerable at once.

For me, storytelling is all about how we learn about each other. I'm so curious about people, what makes them tick, why they are who they are, and how we all relate to each other, despite the fact that we may not think that we do.

The average person might articulate them differently, but we all think about interpersonal relationships in one way or another. Writers just express that in different ways and capture it in different ways. To some degree, we're all thinking about the same things. It's the zeitgeist. The trick, in a way, as a writer, is to hope that your interests in some sense link up with the culture around you.

The more I live, the more I think, two people together is a miracle.

Since we are mortal, friendships are best kept to a moderate level, rather than sharing the very depths of our souls.

Home. Wow. I’m already calling it home. Well, isn’t that what any place is? Any place that you share with someone you love, I mean?

Men don't live well by themselves. They don't even live like people. They live like bears with furniture.

Most people are participating in the grand adventure of living with one another.

I hate solitude but I am afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself and to turn it into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company I need is the company which a pub or a cafe will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls.