Quotes About Separation

Of course, women so empowered are dangerous. So we are taught to separate the erotic demand from most vital areas of our lives other than sex. And the lack of concern for hte erotic root and satisfactions of our work is felt in our disaffection from so much of what we do. For instance, how often do we truly love our work even at its most difficult?

As women, we have been taught either to ignore our differences, or to view them as causes for separation and suspicion rather than as forces for change. Without community there is no liberation, only the most vulnerable and temporary armistice between an individual and her oppression. But community must not mean a shedding of our differences, nor the pathetic pretense that these differences do not exist.

Every woman I have ever loved has left her print upon me, where I loved some invaluable piece of myself apart from me— so different that I had to stretch and grow in order to recognize her. And in that growing, we came to separation, that place where work begins. Another meeting

We have attempted to separate the spiritual and the erotic, thereby reducing the spiritual to a world of flattened affect, a world of the ascetic who aspires to feel nothing. But nothing is farther from the truth. For the ascetic position is one of the highest fear, the gravest immobility. The severe abstinence of the ascetic becomes the ruling obsession. And it is one not of self-discipline but of self-abnegation.

Foreigners in a strange land, they carry as part and parcel of their baggage a long line of separation and dispersement which informs their sensibilities and marks their conduct as they search for ways to reconnect, to reassemble, to give clear and luminous meaning to the song which is both a wail and a whelp of joy.

I missed him so much that I had physical sensations of loss, all over my body. Like one minute I was missing an arm, the next my spleen. It was making me feel sick, like throwing up.

Because the minister's wife refused to leave the minister, and because my mother required a worshipful companion, she was forced to break up with Fern and secure herself a new mate. As luck would have it, Dr. Finch had recently begun seeing a suicidal eighteen-year-old African-American girl who had taken a leave of absence from the Rhode Island School of Design. Her name was Dorothy.

To be free, a man must be free of his brothers. That is freedom. This and nothing else.

To be free, a man must be free from his brothers. That is freedom. That and nothing else.

También en este punto el modelo procedía de arriba: las parejas dirigentes vivían frecuentemente separadas155. Estaba mal visto que una madre dedicase demasiado tiempo a su hijo, incluso pequeño. Se anuló la autoridad de los maridos sobre sus mujeres y de los padres sobre su descendencia. Uno podía ser ejecutado por haber abofeteado a la esposa, ser denunciado por los hijos por haberles pegado

Disdain is a natural condition of the mind in exile;

Never had he sounded so much like one of his characters, brought down by his passion, unable to escape his own private abyss, heartrendingly separated from his own self-image

Franklin informed his caller that the colonies understood precisely what they were doing, "for we know that separated both countries must become weak; but there is this difference, Great Britain will always remain weak; America after a time, will grow strong.

they realized it would be impossible to comb the whole infested area in this way and they would have to split up. This was most easily done, obviously, by separating...

The living and dead were thrown together, and the dead looked away first. -Description of Doomsday

Incontrarsi e separarsi è il movimento unico e necessario con cui si traccia il nostro passaggio nel vuoto.

if you haven't had to you won't ever understand how brutal how ugly how devastating it is to leave or that it would have been worse to stay

cuando llegue el momento, va a romper el cristal entre el mundo imaginario y el tuyo. Y solo sobrevivira un mundo

longing for our idealized images of life separates us from our true selves and from our true callings.

How to seperate the humiliation from the loss, that's the catch. You can never be sure if what tortures you is the pain of being without someone you love or the embarrassment of admitting that you have been rejected.

None of this is important in itself, but I feel somewhere that it has a lot to do with why I have always felt separate, why I have always felt unable to join in, to let go, to become part of the tribe, why I have always sniped or joked from the sidelines, why I have never, ever, lost my overwhelmingly self-conscious self-consciousness.

Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much, we reason, how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love?

Because who would ever want to get close to another person if they knew how hard the letting-go part was? In your heart they only die a little at a time, don't they? Like a plant when you go away on a trip and forget to ask a neighbor to poke in once in awhile with the old watering-can, and its so sad—

Any parting could be forever, and we don't know.