Quotes About Separation

and Ama Clutch was gone, and the overly subordinate pillowcase took a small spill of human juice from the edge of her slackened mouth.

Our private lives are like a colony of worlds expanding, contracting, breathing universal air into separate knowledges. Or like several packs of cards shuffled together by an expert anonymous hand, and dealt out in a random, amused or even hostile way.

Those boys and us—we only seem to be sharing a life here. The young are entirely separate. They are someplace else right now. They won't join us in our lives, really, until they are grown. And by then, who will they become? People I don't know. And I may not even be here when they get here.

Não se pode separar as particularidades da sua vida da política.

The only home for an exile is exile.

She seems to float in a life next to ours, with limited contact.

She didn't want to say goodbye to Helia but her appetite for a dramatic occasion was immense.

Frex had a notion that she wasn't sorry to see him go off from time to time, so that she could be glad to see him come back.

The denigration of those we love always detaches us from them in some degree. Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers.

In every parting there comes a moment when the beloved is already no longer with us.

But the disparaging of those we love always alienates us from them to some extent. We must not touch our idols; the gilt sticks to our fingers.

Their separation was becoming intolerable. I would rather die! said Emma. She was writhing in his arms, weeping. Adieu! adieu! When shall I see you again?

Mais, à mesure que se serrait davantage l'intimité de leur vie, un détachement se faisait qui la déliait de lui.

Embora ele estivesse separado dela, não a tinha abandonado, estava ali, e as paredes da casa pareciam guardar a sombra dele.

Pero la denigración de las personas a quienes amamos siempre nos aleja de ellas un poco. No hay que tocar a los ídolos; su dorado se nos queda en las manos.

We love our mother unknowingly, and only realize how deep-rooted that love is at the ultimate separation.

On aime sa mère presque sans le savoir, et on ne prend conscience de toute la profondeur des racines de cet amour qu au moment de la séparation dernière.

Then, one by one, they went away, for night was falling on the storm, wrapping in shadows the raging ocean and all the battling elements.

Separation is itself an integral part of the unity of this world, of a global social practice split into reality and image. The social practice confronted by an autonomous spectacle is at the same time the real totality which contains that spectacle. But the split within this totality mutilates it to the point that the spectacle seems to be its goal.

The spectacle is nothing more than the common language of this separation. What binds the spectators together is no more than an irreversible relation at the very center which maintains their isolation. The spectacle reunites the separate, but reunites it as separate.

Though separated from what they produce, people nevertheless produce every detail of their world with ever-increasing power. They thus also find themselves increasingly separated from that world. The closer their life comes to being their own creation, the more they are excluded from that life.

A day came when I should have died, and after that nothing seemed very important. So I have stayed as I am, without regret, separated from the normal human condition.

A day came when I should have died, and after than nothing seemed very important, so I stayed as I am, without regret separated from the normal human condition.

A heartbreaking paradox: if only I can finish my work so that it will live. Yet if it is finished, completed , a part of me but departed from me, I lost it alive, living but separate; and if it does not leave me, it is incomplete, insufficient, and half-dead that I keep it.