Quotes About Separation

Philosophically considered, the universe is composed of Nature and the Soul. Strictly speaking, therefore, all that is separate from us, all which Philosophy

Once you have drunk from the water of unconditional love, no other well can satisfy your thirst. The pangs of separation may become so intense that seeking the affection of the Beloved becomes an obsession.

The dance goes from realizing that you're separate (which is the awakening) to then trying to find your way back into the totality of which you are not only a part, but which you are.

You two are together in the stars, but not in this world, in this life.

And it all just is, but without form. Because in order to know form, we have to be separate from it.

When we fail to acknowledge God as the Source of all good things, we fail to give Him the recognition and glory He deserves. We separate God from joy, which is like trying to separate heat from fire or wetness from rain.

the Rio Grande and she started to think about the river—which she had never considered as a river but as a divine demarcation inscribed on the earth by God himself to separate two profoundly separate places.

What hurts the most, is being so close. And having so much to say, then watching you walk away...

It is not just that we are immoral, but that a moral life alone cannot bridge what separates us from God.

El amor de Dios nos muestra que solo él puede ser el puente que una esa separación entre él y nosotros para que podamos ver este mundo a través del Calvario. Si no lo entiendes de esta manera, nunca lo harás, y todos los hilos de la obra maestra que él está tejiendo en tu vida se deshilacharán del diseño.

I don't belong with you. I've been an idiot all the way

He lay far across the room from her, on a winter island separated by an empty sea. She talked to him for what seemed a long while and she talked about this and she talked about that and it was only words, like the words he had heard once in a nursery at a friend's house, a two-year-old child building word patters, like jargon, making pretty sounds in the air.

They turned on themselves, like a feverish wheel, all tumbling spokes. Margot stood alone. She was a very frail girl who looked as if she had been lost in the rain for years and the rain had washed out the blue from her eyes and the red from her mouth and the yellow from her hair. She was an old photograph dusted from an album, whitened away, and if she spoke at all her voice would be a ghost. Now she stood, separate, staring at the rain and the loud wet world beyond the huge glass.

Is death being on a ship sailing and all your folks left back on the shore?

I slipped the book into my pocket. I assure you to leave off reading was like tearing myself away from the shelter of an old and solid friendship.

Besides holding our hearts together through long periods of separation, it had the effect of making us tolerant of each other's yarns--and even convictions.

She had said he had been driven away from her by a dream...

I assure you to leave off reading was like tearing myself away from the shelter of an old and solid friendship.

He was different; innocent of heart, and full of good will, which nobody wanted, this castaway, that, like a man transplanted into another planet, was separated by an immense space from his past and by an immense ignorance from his future.

So it is very helpful to begin to recognize this comparing mind, this conceit of "I'm better than" or "I'm worse than" someone else. When we do not see it clearly, it becomes the source of much suffering. It makes us feel separated and apart from others; we reinforce the contraction of self.

Come out from among them, and be separate.

She's out from my life, I don't know whether to laugh or cry

More than anything I wish he were here with me. A relationship is an accumulation of shared history, he'd said to me once. And here I was making history without him. It's lonely. And I can't wait to go home. Parts of me are showing through my Aqua, and I'm having a hard time keeping them separate.

Because holding onto someone is not the same as keeping them close. - I Am Not Myself These Days