Francois Villon Quotes

In the presence of love, hearth and quest become one.

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

Remember love. Remember our hearts are one. Even when we are fighting with each other, our hearts are beating in unison. I love you.

so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.

Yet everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin's bow, which draws one voice out of two separate strings.

Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.

I love all dots. I am married to many of them. I want all dots to be happy. Dots are my brothers. I am a dot myself.

Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis.

The traditional family table is round. No corners. No sides. No head. No tail. Everything is smooth. The food is in the center, and each family member reaches over the same distance. Someone you love is next to you on each side, and no one is last or at the end. The person farthest away from you is also the person facing you.

Anything that takes you out of the context of being separate is healing. Anything that takes you out of the context of separateness is intimacy.

Synchronized with the rising moon Even with the evening star They were true love written in stone They were never alone, they were never that far apart

Could two live that way? Could two live under the wild rose, and explore by the pond, so that the smooth mind of each is as everywhere present to the other, and as received and as unchallenged, as falling snow?

Love is to be two and at the same time one.

She had never been so close to anybody. It was as if they were one being, together, not predator and prey, but partners in a dance.

There is a stage with people we love when we are no longer separate from them, but so close in sympathy that we live through them as directly as through ourselves. ... we push back our hair because theirs is in their eyes.

Love is the bridge between you and everything.

Our Heavenly Father wants our hearts to be knit together. That union in love is not simply an ideal. It is a necessity

Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two.

Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.

Close, close all night the lovers keep. They turn together in their sleep, Close as two pages in a book that read each other in the dark. Each knows all the other knows, learned by heart from head to toes.

I am constantly preoccupied with how to remove distance so that we can all come closer together, so that we can all begin to sense we are the same, we are one.

There are moments when the heart is generous, and then it knows that for better or worse our lives are woven together here, one with one another and with the place and all the living things.

We need to be together, and love each other.

Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?