#connected

Singing connected with movements and action is a much more ancient, and, at the same time, more complex phenomenon than is a simple song. ↗

— Zoltan Kodaly

#ancient #complex #connected #more #movements

When shopping was still connected to the street it was also an intensification and articulation of the street. Now it has become utterly independent - contained, controlled, surveyed. ↗

— Rem Koolhaas

#articulation #become #connected #contained #controlled

It is chiefly in New York that I feel induced to urge this, because New York is, by innumerable ties, connected with Europe - more connected than several parts of Europe itself. ↗

— Lajos Kossuth

#chiefly #connected #europe #feel #i

My philosophy comes from a worldview that looks at the world as one. It's a holistic view that sees the world as interconnected and interdependent and integrated in so many different ways, which informs my politics. ↗

— Dennis Kucinich

#different #different ways #holistic #informs #integrated

One out of every 12 jobs in the economy is connected in some way, shape or form to what happens on the farm. ↗

— Tom Vilsack

#economy #every #farm #form #happens

Songs really are like a form of time travel because they really have moved forward in a bubble. Everyone who's connected with it, the studio's gone, the musicians are gone, and the only thing that's left is this recording which was only about a three-minute period maybe 70 years ago. ↗

— Tom Waits

#ago #because #bubble #connected #everyone

War contributes greatly to global warming, which shouldn't surprise us. All those bombs going off, all those rockets, all those planes and helicopters. All that fuel of various kinds being used. It pollutes the air and water of this very fragile and interconnected planet. ↗

— Alice Walker

#being #being used #bombs #contributes #fragile

Everything's connected, and everything has meaning if you look for it. ↗

— Michelle Williams

#everything #look #meaning #you

For me, cooking is very connected to my family and friends. ↗

— Trisha Yearwood

#cooking #family #friends #me #very

I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see the milestones dwindling toward the horizon and the slow fires trailing from the abandoned camp-sites, over which the scavenger angels wheel on heavy wings. Oh, I have made myself a tribe out of my true affections, and my tribe is scattered! How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses? In a rising wind, the manic dust of my friends, those who fell along the way, bitterly stings my face. Yet I turn. I turn, exulting somewhat, with my will intact to go wherever I need to go, and every stone on the road precious to me. In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through the wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice directed me: -Live in the layers, not on the litter- Though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written. I am not done with my changes. ↗

— Stanley Kunitz

#changes #conection #connectedness #dream #life