Quotes About Separation

it hurts me when we can only travel a short stretch on the same road

Deine Freunde ehren dich! Du machts oft ihre Freude, und deinem Herzen scheint es, als wenn es ohne sie nichts sein könnte; und doch - wenn du nun gingst, wenn du aus diesem Kreise scheidest? Würden sie, wie lange würden sie die Lücke fühlen, die dein Verlust in ihr Schicksal reißt?

I threw myself upon the ground, and wept: I then sprang up, and ran out upon the terrace, and saw, under the shade of the linden-trees, her white dress disappearing near the garden-gate. I stretched out my arms, and she vanished.

Ruhumu, ortas?ndan ikiye ay?ran bir duvar var.

Mi sentivo il cuore pesante… e ci separammo senza esserci compresi. Come del resto nessuno, a questo mondo, comprende facilmente l'altro.

A criada veio abri-la muito cautelosamente e respondeu a todas as perguntas de Carlota, informando que seu pai e as crianças estavam bem e dormiam ainda. Deixei-a, então, pedindo que me permitisse ir ve-la naquele mesmo dia. Ela consentiu e eu voltei lá. A partir desse momento, o sol, a lua e as estrelas podem continuar a brilhar, sem que eu de por isso. Não sei mais se faz dia ou noite; o universo inteiro pão mais existe para mim.

I left her asking permission to visit her in the course of the day. She consented, and I went, and, since that time, sun, moon, and stars may pursue their course: I know not whether it is day or night; the whole world is nothing to me.

Yüce Tanr?m, bu dünyada sevdi?imiz her ?eyden ayr?lmak zorunda m?y?z ?

Sagen Sie mir ein Wort und trösten mich über meine lange Entfernung von Ihnen…

her mother not to know her—at least not in Warrick's presence. And they would be together again, finally.

Sometimes I felt as if I could not bear it any longer to be away from you!

The judicial power ought to be distinct from both the legislative and executive, and independent upon both, that so it may be a check upon both, as both should be checks upon that.

You bid me burn your letters. But I must forget you first.

Government has no right to hurt a hair on the head of an Atheist for his Opinions. Let him have a care of his Practices. { Letter to his son and future president, John Quincy Adams , 16 June 1816 }

I've kept the jasmine and rotted horseflesh separate, knowing you'll do the honours. Destiny will greet us. After that you're on your own.

There is a moment that comes in drunkenness, or on the far side of it, when, as is said to happen sometimes to the afflicted in the throes of a heart attack, I seem to separate from my body and float upward, and hang aloft, looking down on the spectacle of myself with disinterested attention.

Where I went, no one could follow. Yet someone managed to hold my hand.

This is the way it is with me, always looking in or looking out, a chilly pane of glass between me and a remote and longed-for world.

Poetry can repair no loss, but it defies the space which separates. And it does this by its continual labor of reassembling what has been scattered.

Every authentic poem contributes to the labor of poetry… to bring together what life has separated or violence has torn apart… Poetry can repair no loss, but it defies the space which separates. And it does this by its continual labor of reassembling what has been scattered.

Ours is the century of enforced travel of disappearances. The century of people helplessly seeing others, who were close to them, disappear over the horizon.

Who does not know what it is like to go with a friend to a railway station and then to watch the train take them away? As you walk along the platform back into the city, the person who has just gone is often more there, more totally there, than when you embraced them before they climbed into the train. When we embrace to say goodbye, maybe we do it for this reason—to take into our arms what we want to keep when they've gone.

A]nimals are always the observed. The fact that they can observe us has lost all significance. They are the objects of our ever-extending knowledge. What we know about them is an index of our power, and thus an index of what separates us from them. The more we know, the further away they are.

In East Asia generally, the notion of a Supreme Being, so essential to Western religions, is replaced by that of a Supreme State of Being , an impersonal perfection from which beings including man are separated only by delusion.