union

But when we sit together, close,_ said Bernard, __e melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.

My friend is my friend, even if he wears rag, even if he wasn't born with a silver spoon, even if nobody wants to be his friend, i will hurt his critics by remaining his friend.

The union Christ had with the Father was the greatest that we can conceive of in this life__f indeed we can conceive of it. Yet we have no indication that even Jesus was constantly awash with revelations as to what he should do. His union with the Father was so great that he was at all times obedient. This obedience was something that rested in his mature will and understanding of his life before God, not on always being told __ow do this_ and __ow do that_ with regard to every details of his life or work.

Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.

If there is __etter_, then there is a __est_. If there is __alf_, then there is a __omplete_. Far more than being a __etter half_, you can be a __est complete_; like a word/phrase that beautifies and gives meaning to a sentence when it is added.

Your wife is your life. Don't let strife thrive in your union.

Wisdom is nothing more than the marriage of intelligence and compassion.And, as with all good unions, it takes much experience and time to reach its widest potential.Have you introduced your intellect to your compassion yet? Be careful; lately, intellect has taken to eating in front of the TV and compassion has taken in too many cats.

Like the cotton-carder who combs tangled cotton into a long bundle of fibre, you take all my knotted fragments and comb them into light.

I have drunk the night and swallowed the stars. I am dancing with abandon and singing with rapture. There is not a thing I do not love. There is not a person I have not forgiven. I feel a universe of love. I feel a universe of light. Tonight, I am with old friends and we are returning home. The moon is our witness.

In the moment we're born, we're drawn to form a union with others. An abiding drive to connect, to love, to belong. In a perfect union, we find the strength we cannot find in ourselves. But the strength of the union cannot be known until it is tested.

Love is the magic gluethat holds us together!

They seemed to be together as one, somewhere else in a place that was lighter than air.

Potential enemies make the best friends and lovers. Many a blessed union begins in adversity.

...reality is a system, completely ordered and fully intelligible, with which thought in its advance is more and more identifying itself. We may look at the growth of knowledge _ as an attempt by our mind to return to union with things as they are in their ordered wholeness_. and if we take this view, our notion of truth is marked out for us. Truth is the approximation of thought to reality _ Its measure is the distance thought has travelled _ toward that intelligible system _ The degree of truth of a particular proposition is to be judged in the first instance by its coherence with experience as a whole, ultimately by its coherence with that further whole, all comprehensive and fully articulated, in which thought can come to rest.

I can FEEL her next to me. This UNION. Of WARMTH. Of CARING. Of the INDESCRIBABLE. As if there were NO PARTING and NEVER could be.

And so we smile on,Feeding the truths we shareWith a union of our souls,Cathedral slaves of our passionWhich builds beauty amongst chaos.

Come, let us speak with our bodies.Teach me how to please you.I am here to learn.Let us not waste this time.It is the hour of union.ComeAnd after you do,Come again.

Knowing you, I understood myself.