Quotes About Separation

How many late dinners of ham and pickled anchovies? How many arguments over the sock drawer—blacks mixing with navy blues—until they decided at last to have separate drawers? Separate duvets, as in Germany? Separate brands of coffee and tea? Separate vacations

No estamos deprimidos por haber quedado apartados de lo que queremos, sino porque nos hemos fusionado con eso que queremos.

Keep your eye on the ridgeline, never lose sight of winter's hem. This is how you'll like to remember yourself: standing slightly apart and moving away, knowing in that last tawny rush of the leaves: what goes out there, it never comes back.

We are no longer as close as before. Henryk is taking something from me. I cannot hold on to that which he will take with him when he goes. And that which is mine in him will die on the other side of the wall. Now there will be less of Pawelek.

Rowan is leaving him. She's been leaving him for months.

To leave, after all, was not the same as being left." ? Anita Shreve, The Pilot's Wife

I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.

Maybe they would look at each other and feel some odd yearning, but neither of them would know why. They would want to stop, but they would be embarrassed, and neither would know what to say. They would go their separate ways. Who knew? Maybe that happened every day to people who'd once loved each other.

Someday when you're twenty, maybe, I'll see you again. You'll be this hot soccer star at some great school, with a million guys more interesting than I am chasing you down. And you know what? I'll see you and I'll pray you want me still.

Lena always described how she dreaded and mourned things before they even happened. Carmen was beginning to suspect that she was permitting herself to mourn this long separation only now that it was over.

I think the true ascent of man, the moment when humans divided irrevobably from apes and other fellow creatures, occurred with the birth of the first distinct soul. And much happiness ensued.

You broke up with him, a combination Effie-Carmen voice in her head reminded her. But that didn't mean you were allowed to stop loving me, she felt like saying to him.

he occupied an alternate universe that intersected nowhere with hers. He no longer represented someday, a possibility. He represented a road not taken, a road that suddenly shot so far into the distance she couldn't see where it went anymore.

Carmen: "I want you to leave me alone, but not ignore me. I want you to miss me when I go away to college, but not be sad. I want you to stay exactly the same, but not be lonely or alone. I want to do the leaving, and not have you ever leave me.

Tú seguirás tu camino, sé que lo harás. Y yo me pasaré toda la vida sin tenerte.

teenagers and toddlers were very much the same. They both liked to leave their mother, so long as their mother did not move.

What a history they had together, not together.

It was hard keeping the love and hate separate in their family.

I was allowed to hold her just once. They didn't want you to bond at all with the baby. Some women chose not to see their babies. I just could never imagine that. I wanted to see that face. I'll never forget it as long as I live. You never forget that face. —

I was part of your train but my railroad car was disconnected and switched at the track, and now my friends and I are on a separate journey learning how not to rock the lifeboat, sending out a patient S.O.S to you for help. I reach out with love, possibly one of a dying breed, the old survival of the fittest theory, or perhaps I am throwing you a lifeline from my Rectangular Bubble.

Quarantine: No admittance!

I knew he needed to get out of Connecticut, but couldn't he see what he was doing to our family? It was bad enough that Mom and Dad were divorced. Still, Mom and Jeff and I managed to seem like a little family. If Jeff left, it would be hard to think of Mom and me as a family. I love my mom, but I knew that the two of us were going to feel like the ends of a loaf of bread, with all the other slices gone. I wanted at least one more slice. And Mom was going to let it go.

I'm not going to be able to go with you this afternoon," I said. "Oh." She didn't seem crushed, but I could tell she wasn't overjoyed, either. "Well, I guess I can find enough stuff myself." "Okay," I said. "Will you be at the meeting?" Kristy asked. "Yeah." "See you." " 'Bye." It was mid-winter, but it felt chillier inside than out. *  *  *

Mike and I have lived with Dad every since my mom took off when she was 7. They got divorced a year later. I love my mom and I know she loves Mike and me. Of course, I haven't seen her in ages, but that's just because she's such a creative person and creative people need space. At least, some of them do.