Quotes About Separation

All that kept her from breaking was that it was not an image of strength that was leaving her; she would be just as strong without him.

They were so sorry, dear; they went down to meet each other in a taxi, honey; they had preferences in smiles and had met in Hindustan, and shortly afterward they must have quarrelled, for nobody knew and nobody seemed to care - yet finally one of them had gone and left the other crying, only to feel blue, to feel sad.

No podíamos vernos, sin embargo, nos hemos estado queriendo todo el tiempo.

Many times he had tried unsuccessfully to let go his hand on her. They had many fine times together, fine talks between the loves of the white nights, but always when he turned away from her into himself he left her holding Nothing in her hands and staring at it, calling it many names, but knowing it was only the hope that he would come back soon.

I've decided to give you up, she said. Dick started - had he said anything to imply that she possessed any part of him?

They are glad to see each other now – their eyes are full of kindness as each feels the full effect of novelty after a short separation. They are drawing a relaxation from each other's presence, a new serenity.

Gloria had been sorry for him but she had judged it best not to show it. In a final burst of kindness she had tried to make him hate her, there at the last.

Very rarely, with the spur of jealousy or forced separation, the ancient ecstasies returned, the apparent communion of soul and soul, the emotion excitement.

They made no love that day, but when he left her outside the sad door on the Zurichsee and she turned and looked at him he knew her problem was one they had together for good now.

can almost look down the tracks and see you going but without you, dearest, dearest, I can't see or hear or feel or think. Being apart—whatever has happened or will happen to us—is like begging for mercy from a storm, Anthony; it's like growing old.

One gal drank a can of floor wax and topped it off with a cup of Clorox, trying to separate herself from the same world he was in.

Because lurking somewhere beneath the surface of your brain is a vision of loneliness, and it will be a terrible moment when it breaks through, and you realise that your future is not a green pastures, but the knackers yard. We are all separate people, and we are all alone. It is a ridiculous thing to say that no man is an island. We are all islands. You can die, and Gerry won't. Gerry can die, and you won't. Our lives just go on, separate as they have always been.

They spoke to me of people, and of humanity. But I've never seen people, or humanity. I've seen various people, astonishingly dissimilar, Each separated from the next by an unpeopled space.

Between your body and my desire for it Stretches the chasm of you being conscious. If only I could love and possess you Without you existing or being there!

No one understands anyone else. We are, as the poet* said, islands in the sea of life; between us flows the sea that defines and separates us.

I'm two, and both keep their distance – Siamese twins that aren't attached.

Vi-te a dizer um adeus A alguém que se despedia, E quase implorei dos céus Que eu partisse qualquer dia.

Vorrei parlarti, averti sempre accanto, e che non fosse necessario scriverti lettere - le lettere sono segni di separazione - o almeno segni, per la necessità di scriverle, del fatto di essere lontani.

I feel so isolated that I'm aware of the distance between me and my suit.

I'm two people who mutually keep their distance — Siamese twins living separate lives.

Ä°ki kiÅŸiyim ben - ikisi de ortalar?ndaki mesafeyi koruyor, aralar?nda hiçbir baÄŸ olmayan Siyam ikizleri bunlar.

Dias são dias, e noites São noites e não dormi... Os dias a não te ver As noites pensando em ti.

Mi s-a vorbit despre oameni,despre umanitate, Numai c? eu n-am v?zut niciodat? nici oameni,nici umanitate. Am v?zut diver?i oameni vertiginos de diferi?i unii fa?? de al?ii, Fiecare separat de cel?lalt de un spa?iu lipsit de oameni.

Nadie comprende a otro. Somos, como dijo el poeta, islas en el mar de la vida; corre entre nosotros el mar que nos define y nos separa. Por más que un alma se esfuerce por saber qué cosa es otra alma, no sabrá sino lo que le diga una palabra.?