Quotes About Separation

Distance is the soul of the beautiful.

There are two forms of friendship: meeting and separation. They are indissoluble. Both of them contain some good, and this good of friendship is unique, for when two beings who are not friends are near each other there is no meeting, and when friends are far apart there is no separation. As both forms contain the same good thing, they are both equally good.

I feel that it is necessary and ordained that I should be alone, a stranger and an exile in relation to every human circle, without exception.

I also like to think that after the slight shock of separation you will not feel any sorrow … and that if you should sometimes happen to think of me you will do so as one thinks of a book one read in childhood. I do not want ever to occupy a different place from that in the hearts of those I love, because then I can be sure of never causing them any unhappiness.

But a better remedy is indifference to ourselves, and being happy because the good is good, although we are far from it and may even suppose that we are destined to remain separated from it forever.

Let us love this distance which is thoroughly woven with friendship, since those who do not love each other are not separated

2 prisonniers, dans des cachots voisins, qui communiquent par des coups frappés contre le mur. Le mur est ce qui les sépare, mais aussi ce qui leur permet de communiquer. Ainsi nous et Dieu. Toute séparation est un lien

Soon there will be distance between us. Let us love this distance that is wholly woven of friendship, for those who do not love each other cannot be separated.

A simple way to take measure of a country is to look at how many want in ... And how many want out.

the divorce wasn't a failure, just a destined ending, and it was simply time for my journey to continue in a different direction.

Enrique will be left with his father, Luis, who has been separated from Lourdes for three years.

One Honduran teenager I met in southern Mexico had been deported to Guatemala twenty-seven times. He said he wouldn't give up until he reached his mother in the United States.

Mothers) They lose their children's love. Reunited, they end up in conflict homes. Too often, the boys seek out gangs to try to find the love they thought they would find with their mothers. Too often, the girls get pregnant and form their own families. In many ways, these separations are devastating Latino families. People are losing what they value the most.

Lourdes has decided. She will leave. She will go to the United States and make money and send it home. She will be gone for one year - less, with luck - or she will bring her children to be with her. It is for them she is leaving, she tells herself, but still she feels guilty.

I will never see him again. Never know why he let me go. Never learn if he really whispered what I think he did. Beautiful.

I now know exactly why they started the tradition of being apart the night before your wedding. It's nothing about romance, or sex, or being chaste, or whatever. It's so you don't have a row and stomp up the aisle seething at your bridegroom, planning all the home truths you're going to tell him as soon as you get this wedding bit out of the way.

But... we'll always have Paris. I pause, thinking this through. At least, you'll have it. And you can tell me about it.

A divorce is like a controlled explosion. Everyone on the outside is OK.

Suddenly I can't bear being near him anymore. I can't bear seeing his generous, brave face, his woodland eyes, his everything... and knowing that they can't be mine.

I can't believe how much damage has been done, just from teenage loves meeting again. People should never come into contact with their first loves, I decide. There should be some official form of quarantine. The rule should be: you break up with your teenage lover and that's it. One of you has to emigrate.

People move on. Friendship end.

Thou seek'st to part us, wrapping in soft words Hard thoughts.

Home you'll come, in tears, cut off from the sight of it all, the brilliant rites unfinished.

When the child must be weaned, the mother too is not without sorrow at the thought that she and the child are separated more and more, that the child which first lay under her heart and later reposed upon her breast will be so near to her no more.