Quotes About Separation

I must go live at the ends of the earth and have my child there while I wait for Min and Jing to be freed. That happy day will come: two men making their way towards a little cottage lost in the open countryside. The door opens . . .

She raised her sad blue eyes to mine. "It's going to be so boring here without you. And I'm going to have to deal with Grandmother on my own! You need to e-mail, text, call, send smoke signals--whatever--and tell me everything you're doing." I laughed. "Yes, I know. Every day. I promise.

she also felt a yearning like the beginnings of a yawn arching in her chest to have that separation and to become, finally, who she would be.

out of her sight.

It's not working," Mary said quietly, and Cat had to reluctantly admit she was right. Sean and Emma couldn't have had more distance between them if they were in different counties. Cat and Mary were smooshed together in front of the kitchen sink, watching the party through the window. Sean on one end of the yard, Emma on the other. "Why are they being so stubborn?" Mary snorted. "He's a Kowalski. I'm not sure what Emma's excuse is.

Daughter stealer.

Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.

We were no longer a whole, but three separate pieces. A mom. A dad. A kid sliced in half. Actually, that made us four pieces—'cause I have to be two people: Mom's Izzy and Dad's Isabella.

IT'S FUNNY—WHEN Dad was in California, Mom's house was where I lived. It was home. But now I don't really feel like I have a home—it's more like I live at Dad's place. Or Mom's place. I never say "I'm going home" anymore. It's "I'm going to my mom's." Or "I'm going to my dad's." Going. Not staying. Actually, it's not funny at all.

And slowly he starts to seem more far away, he seems to waft, drift at a distance

And no, he does not want to meet again, in a year—when we part, it is with a dry bow and Good-bye.

And so he went into another world—this world, where I do not see or hear him

and farther into cold fog I let him go, I lay and stretched on love's fucking stretcher, and let him wander on his own the haunt salt mazes.

Sleep and dream—but not of his return.

I do not let go of him yet, but hold the string and watch my idea of him pull away and stay, and pull away, my silver kite.

casting himself off a cliff in his fervor to get free of me.

God-bye, for the rest of this life and for the long nothing.

I called for him through solid earth until he woke, and left.

When he grasped her hand, he felt the calluses on her palm. He was thinking about how tough she was, and then she smiled. It was tentative and brief but it touched his heart, and then she was gone. He watched while she disappeared over the hill and then took the box into the kitchen, refilled his coffee and opened the lid. 36%

I didn't forget you. To this day, I have yet to walk through an airport without looking for your face, and every time it snows, I remember what it felt like to kiss you.

And if I should leave you, for any reason," he added, tightening his grip as she struggled to free her hand, "I will return to you. That is as certain as the sun rising tomorrow morning and the thunderbolt falling tomorrow night. That is as sure as the god's existence. I will come back to you, or I will find you - over and over again, as often as we are parted, until the end of the world itself.

She should leave you. Or you shouldn't leave her. I haven't worked it out yet. But you shouldn't be apart.

That opened me to understand that we can forgive anyone just about anything when we separate them from their issues, illnesses, and faults. When we step away from the dangerously ill, and criminally insane, and make laws to get them the help, healing, and quarantine that they may need.

Como mi mejor amigo alisha fernandes dice ... se puede luchar con su familia y estar a kilómetros de distancia de ellos. Pero al final del día. Son todo lo que tienes.