Quotes About Separation

It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again.

It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again. It was what you couldn't see, those tiniest of pieces, that were lost in the severing, and their absence kept everything from being complete.

Once I turned eighteen, I could cut myself off from everyone and finally get what I wanted, which was to be on my own, once and for all. ~Ruby, pg 38

Times like this it did seem real I was leaving, and even more that my family, and this life, would go on without me. And again I felt that emptiness rise up, but pushed it away. Still, I lingered there, in the doorway, memorizing the noise. The moment. Tucking it away out of sight, to be remembered when I needed it most.

Just wait a second. We can't leave it like this. But this too, wasn't true. Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.

At every wedding someone stays home.

You need demarcation. Demarcation? I asked. It means a clear separation between two things, he told me. A solid end before a clean beginning. No murky borders. Clarity.

I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

I would have thought this would make me feel better, for once getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

A united front announcing a split.

You can't be together, which is exactly why you want to be.

There were so many times during those years, though, as we moved from one house to another, that I would find myself thinking about my sister. Usually it was late at night, when I couldn"t sleep, and I"d try to picture her in her dorm room forty-odd miles and a world away. I wondered if she was happy, what it was like out there. And if maybe, just maybe, she ever thought of me.

I am, of course, a rogue. A rapscallion. A musician. I would bring her nothing but poverty, shame, and bruised shins from my flailing limbs. She is the better for our parting.

it was as if she believed the special things they'd so enjoyed together should not be enjoyed apart.

Good-bye," he says. "Bring back the lamp." Not going to happen, mister.

Americans' "fatal tendency of disunion.

I'm deprived of my children." Wilhelm bit his lip. It was too late to turn away. The anguish struck him. "I pay and pay. I never see them. They grow up without me. She makes them like herself. She'll bring them up to be my enemies

In this view the body itself, with its two arms and vertical length, was compared to the Cross, on which you knew the agony of consciousness and separate being.

For to be fully conscious of oneself as an individual is also to be separated from all else.

The forecast is we kiss goodbye and never hello all kisses are then parting kisses

The two-tiered spirituality created an artificial separation between the clergy and the laity—and thus between the Church and the world.

But we're not a family.

stained-glass panels between

No obstante, si tú te alejases de su lado, sentirían... ¿cuánto tiempo sentirían el vacío que tu pérdida dejaría en sus existencias?