Quotes about Meeting

I used to believe that love was the highest value.  I still believe that love is the highest value.  I don't expect to be happy.  I don't imagine that I will find love, whatever that means, or that if I do find it, it will make me happy.  I don't think of love as the answer or the solution.  I think of love as a force of nature - as strong as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming, as drought-making as it is life-giving.  And when it burns out, the planet dies.

My little orbit of life circles love.  I daren't get any closer.  I'm not a mystic seeking final communion.  I don't go out without SPF 15.  I protect myself.

But today, when the sun is everywhere, and everything solid is nothing but its own shadow, I know that the real things in life, the things I remember, the things I turn over in my hands, are not houses, bank accounts, prizes or promotions.  What I remember is love - all love - love of this dirt road, this sunrise, a day by the river, the stranger I met in a cafe.

There is so little life, and it is fraught with chance. We meet, we don't meet, we take the wrong turning, and still bump into each other. We conscientiously choose the 'right road' and it leads nowhere.

And if, as I pass,
I should look you in the eye,
do not be afraid: I want
only to glimpse the emptiness
at the center of your heart,
I want to reach for you
because I know,
as you do, we might never have met.

Alice didn't know how to begin a conversation with people she had just been dancing with.  'It would never do to say "How d'ye do?" now,' she said to herself:  'we seem to have got beyond that, somehow!'

We meet at this appointed time,
but the text says, 'Lovers pray constantly'

Once a day, once a week, five times an hour,
is not enough.  Fish like we are
need the ocean around us!

Do camel bells say, 'Let's meet back here Thursday night?'
Ridiculous!  They jingle
together continuously,
talking while the camel walks.

What in your life is calling you,
When all the noise is silenced,
The meetings adjourned...
The lists laid aside,
And the Wild Iris blooms
By itself
In the dark forest...
What still pulls on your soul?

Conversation is a meeting of minds with different memories and habits. When minds meet, they don't just exchange facts: they transform them, reshape them, draw different implications from them, engage in new trains of thought. Conversation doesn't just reshuffle the cards: it creates new cards.

In Creativity Cafe, "Strangers are just friends who haven't yet met!"

You have the capacity to do anything and everything in your power to meet whomever you want.

Life will always have an element of random encounters. But you need to point yourself in the direction of the people you need to meet.

For a long time now, every meeting with another human being has been the reverberations after even the simplest conversation.  But the deep collision is and has been with my unregenerate, tormenting and tormented self...I am unable to become what I see.  I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful halt, "won't go"...

We met… and from then on, it became impossible ever again to give up completely.  I have given some thought to why this should be.
I believe it was love.  When once you have encountered it, you will never sink again.  Then you will always yearn for the light and the surface.

Out beyond ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing there is a field. I'll meet you there.