Quotes About Separation

They were like two inviolable spheres touching at a fine point in their curves, touching but failing to penetrate, failing to breathe the other's air.

You're gone now, and I'm still in this predicament called living, Charlie. I imagine things don't change much when you cross the line. You're still you. And I'm still here at the other end of this long, long wave, listening.

The person you love best, you share the world with. When that person's gone the world remains but it isn't the same thing, it's at a distance.

Time is the enemy of lovers. Worse even than the frank light of day.

How strange it is, to be walking away. Is it possible that I am really going to leave Ray—here? Is it possible that he won't be coming home with me in another day or two, as we'd planned? Such a thought is too profound for me to grasp. It's like fitting a large unwieldy object in a small space. My brain hurts, trying to contain it.

She was there beside him, an incalculable distance away.

The things that link us deepest, we can't feel. Except if they're taken from us.

No I don't, no I reject that I reject you, I am not your sister, I am not your twin, I am not you.

left the house in time to catch the bus. Lorraine called goodbye after her as always but Tippi scarcely glanced back, and her voice was flat, almost inaudible—"Bye, Mom.

Faith' and 'science' inhabit totally different spheres, and do not overlap, even to share the same vocabulary.

For there is the fear—a wise fear, I think: that if we speak just once to the dead, the dead will cleave to us in their desperate loneliness and never leave our sides.

No doubt Richard's father, like my mother, had once held his infant son in his arms, looked into the eyes of his child's mother, and believed they would move into the future together with love. The fact that they didn't was a weight each of us carried, as every child does, probably, whose parents no longer live under the same roof. Wherever it is you make your home, there is always this other place, this other person, calling to you. Come to me. Come back.

Adrian speaking to Mels....Humans require two things to bond: scarcity and the unknown. If loved ones were around forever, you'd take them for granted, and if you knew for sure that you'd be reunited, you'd never miss them. It's all part of the divine plan.

The day you went away I knew I would never see you again. You were stained red by the late afternoon sun, by the dusk filling the sky with blood. You were smiling. You had often said of the town you were leaving behind, "I like it because of you; but I hate everything else about it - even having been born here." I thought, she will never come back; I will never see her again.

ich verspüre eine Eifersucht auf alle Winter, die du haben wirst, ohne mich.

Nights are the worst. You just don't know what it's like for me, trying not to think of [him]...knowing that we're going to be apart for so long. It's pure torture.

It's funny how "a part" and "apart" are complete opposites, yet only differ by a little space.

Bhichad kar phir kabhi mile bhi nahi,ajab phool teh khile bhi nahi

Hoti rahengi mulakatein tumse Nigaaho se durr ho dil se nahi

Tum chaho toh phir bhichad jaana mujhe bas phir pehle jesa kardo

Uske itna bhi qareeb na ho jaao Ke aachank se dono durr ho jaao

Usne yeh nahi kaha ke usey bhichadna hain mujhse Bas dheere-dheere baatein kam kardi

Life contracts and death is expected, As in a season of autumn. The soldier falls. He does not become a three-days personage, Imposing his separation, Calling for pomp. Death is absolute and without memorial, As in a season of autumn, When the wind stops, When the wind stops and, over the heavens, The clouds go, nevertheless, In their direction.

THE DEATH OF A SOLDIER Life contracts and death is expected, As in a season of autumn. The soldier falls. He does not become a three-days personage, Imposing his separation, Calling for pomp. Death is absolute and without memorial, As in a season of autumn, When the wind stops, When the wind stops and, over the heavens, The clouds go, nevertheless, In their direction.