Quotes About Separation

I started to think about the abyss that separates the poet from the reader and the next thing I knew I was deeply depressed.

Una semana sin ver a Maciste se me antojaba una eternidad. Pero cuando intentaba imaginar una vida completa junto a él no veía nada: una imagen en blanco, la pared de un cuarto deshabitado, amnesia, lobotomía, mi cuerpo partido, hecho pedazos.

they lost the sense of being in a hostile environment, although hostile wasn't the word, an environment whose language they refused to recognize, an environment that existed on some parallel plane where they couldn't make their presence felt

Desde que yo entré en la universidad el foso que nos separaba se agrandó de golpe y ahora somos como de dos planetas distintos.

Poi il mio amico era tornato a Irapuato e io ero rimasto nel DF e in qualche modo tutti e due avevamo cercato di disinteressarci del lento naufragio delle nostre vite, del lento naufragio dell'estetica, dell'etica, del Messico e dei nostri sogni del cazzo.

As the plane got closer to Miami, I had this terrible feeling he was dying. Maybe he was telling me that he was going. I felt anger, panic, despair and helplessness.

Ah, Beloved. Of all the things I must bid farewell to, you are the most difficult to lose. Forgive me that I have avoided you. Better, perhaps, that we make a space between us and become accustomed to it before fate forces that upon us.

That, I think, is the shock of any relationship ending. It is realizing that what is still an ongoing relationship to someone is, for the other person, something finished and done with.

Sometimes it seemed to me a cruelty that so much was unresolved between us; at other times, a blessing that a hope of reunion lingered.

sometimes it only makes one more lonely to know that somewhere else, one's friends and family are well.

You have been with me, as close as the tips of my fingers, even when we were years and seas apart. Your being was like the hum of a plucked string at the edge of my hearing, or a scent carried on a breeze. Did not you feel it so?

Love is more than bedding, boy. If love doesn't come first and linger after, if love can't wait and endure disappointment and separation, then it's not love. Love doesn't require bedding to make it true. It doesn't even demand day-to-day contact. I know this because I have known love, many kinds of love, and amongst them, I've know what I felt for you.

The separate parts of my life became like beads and I the string that ran through them all. I believe if I had ever paused to consider the intricacy of all I did to keep those parts separate, I would have found it impossible. But I was young then, much younger than I suspected, and somehow I found the energy and time to do and be it all.

If he ever wanted vengeance on me for all I did, he has it now. This is the worst thing he could do to me. Now I know how it feels to be left behind. As I left him.

The knowledge that he had left me with no intent ever to return had come over me in tiny droplets of realization spread over the years. And each droplet of comprehension brought its own small measure of hurt.

I floated. I had been part of something immense, but now I was torn loose. Broken away from the great purpose that had used me as a conduit. Useless. Again.

Sometimes I feel I am two people, reaching after two different lives. Or rather, joined to you, I am a different person from who I am when we are apart. When we are together, I lose Ã¢â'¬Â¦ something. I don't know what to call it. My ability to be only myself.

This is a day for things to break, he thought. My heart. The fellowship of the folk who had come here together. We all move apart from one another today.

You should know by now how easy it is to lose a person just by letting someone walk away from you.

Her head leaned on his shoulder, and they walked slowly. It took forever for them to be out of sight. That night I got drunker than I had ever been, and awoke the next day in some bushes halfway up the keep road.

She wasn't coming back. I held myself together by refusing to think of her. This empty room jerked the blindfold from my eyes.

My slow pulling away from him had been my resignation to his mortality. Truly

Todd grabbed her, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her soundly. Then he leaped onto the train and waved goodbye as if he were a soldier going off to war.

Stolen children. Lost bonds.