Quotes About Separation

I thought as I walked back to the airport—I thought: I know what that man feels like. (Except of course I do not.) But I thought: It's odd, because on one hand I think I am invisible, but on the other I know what it is like to be marked as separate from society, only in my case no one knows it when they see me. But I thought that about that fat man. And about myself.

I feel almost, then, that I can hear within me the sound of my own heart breaking, the way you could hear outside in the open air-when the conditions were exactly right-the corn growing in the fields of my youth...You cannot hear my heart breaking, and I know that part is true, but to me, they are inseparable, the sound of growing corn and the sound of my heart breaking.

My point is, if we are lucky we bounce into someone. But we always bounce away again, at least a little.

When Chrissie left for college, then Becka the next year, I thought—and it's not an expression, I'm saying the truth—I did think I would die.

She pictured a dandelion gone by, the white, almost airless pieces of her family scattered so far.

Sometimes I thought I would die from the pain of our separating, and the pain it caused my girls, but I did not die, and I am here, and so is William.

Everything felt a little bit far away, is what I mean, like I was removed from it. And that night in the hotel I did not give myself as freely to my husband as I usually did, the feeling I had was still with me. The truth is this: That feeling never went away. Not entirely. I had it my whole marriage with him—it ebbed and flowed—but it was a terrible thing.

I felt terrible for this man who used to be my husband. We talked a long time about Estelle and Bridget, and then a little bit about our girls; he asked that he be the one to tell Chrissy and Becka about Estelle leaving, and I said, Of course.

The truth is, Olive, Amy is good to me, but she does live in Iowa, and I sometimes think when a child moves that far away they're really trying to get away from something, and in this case I suspect it's me.

But it's a sad story, Lucy. Both Pam and Jim are in New York and they always will be, and I will always be here in Maine." We sat in silence while I absorbed this. Oh, he broke my heart!

And as time went by, the idea of seeing the girls that way again was almost as bad as not seeing them at all.

I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.

I don't know when we'll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world.

U houdt van mij,' zei ik 'en daarom verbant u mij. Ik vraag me af wat u zou doen als u mij haatte?

I may think of you softly from time to time. But I'll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.

He would say, "How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away some day, far away..." And in that instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness: into death.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death; every coming together again a foretaste of the resurrection.

How much are the Lord's people losing today because of their acceptance of the world's favors! Unto how few can the Lord

Una cosa es una cosa, y otra cosa es otra cosa.

Todas sus sensaciones alcanzaron una elevación hasta entonces ignorada para él. Vivió las experiencias de una vida infinitamente variada; murió y resucitó, amó hasta la pasión más ardiente y viose separado de nuevo y para siempre de su amada. Al fin, hacia el alba, cuando las primeras luces quebraban la penumbra, en su alma empezó a reinar una creciente paz, y las imágenes se tornaron más claras y permanentes.

The unmixed qualities and worldly beings have nothing in common, not even as much as a single atom.

That was the problem with getting used to people - you had to miss them when they were gone.

It's very difficult to talk about religion in Iran because religion has gotten so mixed up with politics.

I've always been able to keep my private life separate from my business.