Quotes About Separation

While separation does not mean disengagement from the world, there are certain activities and places that God clearly wants us to avoid not only to protect ourselves from spiritual harm but so that the witness we have will not be tarnished.

Those who believe [in Christ] are expected to be different from the world . . . they are members of a new society.

Has a world composed of "us" and "not us" been invaded at last?

All forms of disunion are of the devil.

Un policía va a Los Ángeles a visitar a su mujer, de la que está separado, y unos terroristas asaltan el edificio en que ella trabaja: La jungla de cristal.

I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart; Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears-- Ah, she doth depart.

My little daughter, twelve years of age, was with me. I gave her a rope, and told her to catch a horse and join the others who were cut off from the camp. I have not seen her since, but I have learned that she is alive and well.

The poor souls on the other side of the gate bars were merely frightened papa-sans and mama-sans clinging as fast to their children as they were to their hopes—families to whom the United States had made a promise. They'd bet their lives on that promise, and now they were going to lose. He was haunted by their pleading eyes. A

and we seemed to be saying good-bye from trains rushing in opposite directions

I...I loved him very much , and think that he too loved me - a little, when he looked back. But he was a poor officer and I, unfortunately, was a rich heiress and related to two generals. So they seperated us.

Everywhere he looked there were "Whites Only" signs. Blacks could not go into many hotels, restaurants, and stores. Blacks could not even drink out of the same water fountains as whites. In many cities, blacks had to ride in the back of a bus. If they tried to sit in the front, they were thrown in jail. And if black people wanted to go to a movie theater, they had to sit way up in the balcony. These rules were called Jim Crow laws.

Because you let our love just fall apart You no longer have my heart

Occam's razor," Adam said. "The simplest answer is usually correct. Corinne texted that she needed time apart. It's still only been a few days. She'll come back when she's ready." "You

An awkward impasse. No one knew exactly how to say good-bye. A wave? A handshake? A kiss?

When Myron got back to the Dakota, Win was heading out with his leather gym bag and Terese was gone. "She left a note," Win said, handing it to Myron. Had to go back early. I'll call. Terese Myron read the note again. It didn't change. He folded it up and put it away.

If there were train tracks nearby, this neighborhood was on the wrong side of them.

The separation deepened our commitment and gave our love a new distance-makes-the-heart-grow-fonder dimension. Nauseating

He stood on the stoop and watched them walk down the path. Corinne hit the minivan's remote, and the back yawned open like a giant mouth. Thomas tossed his bag into the back and took the front passenger seat. The mouth closed, swallowing the equipment whole. Corinne gave him a wave. He waved back. He

So Ema and I went our separate ways. I got home, still lost in my thoughts. I had figured out what had happened in the Caldwell household. Most of it, anyway. I was having trouble making all the pieces fit. There was, I knew, only one way to get the answers I needed. It was going to involve putting myself in more peril. I didn't relish that either. There was a fine line between being daringly brave and foolishly suicidal. I wasn't in the mood to find out just how fine. But

FJ moved away then. Rocco and Bubba followed. Myron watched them disappear, his heart flapping in his chest like a caged condor.

What do you want me to say, Jess? We were together a long time. Of course there was a pang.

It'll be great," she continued, forcing pseudojocularity into the cautious tone. "I'll fly home on weekends. Or you can fly out here sometimes. Say, you can do some recruiting out here, nab some West Coast clients. It'll be great." Silence.

Boo and I walked up the steps to the porch. His fingers found the doorknob. He gently released my hand, opened the door, enter inside, and shut the door behind him. I never saw him again.

If Dill were here he would leap over the fence to her, bring her head down to his, kiss her, and hold her hand, and together they would take their stand when there was trouble in the house. But Dill had long since gone from her.