Quotes About Separation

But metaphors can reduce the distance. We're not metaphors. I know, but metaphors eliminates what separates you and me.

To say that in every falsehood there is a grain of truth is to treat the two like oil and water, which cannot be mixed and are only externally combined.

Sie liebten sich beide, doch keiner Wollt es dem andern gestehn; Sie sahen sich an so feindlich, Und wollten vor Liebe vergehn. Sie trennten sich endlich und sahn sich Nur noch zuweilen im Traum; Sie waren längst gestorben, Und wußten es selber kaum.

Wenn zwei voneinander scheiden, So so geben sie sich die Händ Und fangen an zu weinen, Und seufzen ohne End. Wir haben nicht geweinet, Wir seufzten nicht Weh und Ach! Die Tränen und die Seufzer, Die kamen hintennach.

Der Tod, der trennet nicht, der Tod vereinigt, Das Leben ist's, was uns gewaltsam trennt.

One minute you're closer to someone than anyone in the whole world, next minute they need only to say the words 'time apart', 'serious talk' or 'maybe you...' and you're never going to see them again and will have to spend the next six months having imaginary conversations in which they beg to come back, and bursting into tears at the sight of their toothbrush.

Your leaving will not be solved by your coming back. But one does not preclude the other. And maybe that is always what there is to fear, in everything that happens-what we choosee to love to will choose to forsake us.

To be banished from Rome is but to live outside of Rome.

Our Founding Fathers created the Executive Branch to implement and enforce the laws written by Congress, and vested this power in the president.

Fear, separation, hate and anger come from the wrong view that you and the Earth are two separate entities, the Earth is only the environment. You are in the centre and you want to do something for the Earth in order for you to survive. That is a dualistic way of seeing.

We who follow the teachings of Elijah Muhammad don't want to be forced to integrate. Integration is wrong. We don't want to live with the white man; that's all.

It is so important that you don't stay with someone just for the children and for the wrong reasons.

I'm really proud of 'Coming Home.' I wrote that about Eric, and I just feel like it's very relatable for anyone who has to be away from their loved ones, you know, for long periods of time - our military, people who are working. It's pretty special.

I was separated from my wife at the time. A lot of people think I wrote it about prison.

I wrote somewhere during the Cold War that I sometimes wish the Iron Curtain were much taller than it is, so that you could see whether the development of science with no communication was parallel on the two sides. In this case it certainly wasn't.

When my mother left her second husband, she wrote her autobiography and presented it to him for his approval.

When I began working in Yahoo, my family moved with me. Despite our efforts, our kids wanted to study in Los Angeles, and I was forced to see my family and friends only on weekends. In the beginning I even enjoyed it, but knew that at some stage I'd want to go back home.

I live 300 yards away from my ex and son. I see them all the time. We all went away on safari recently.

I left my husband a year after 9/11. Not because he was an American and I an Egyptian, nothing to do with culture or religion, nothing to do with 9/11. We brought out the worst in each other. But before we separated, we visited N.Y.C. one more time together for a friend's engagement, and we went to pay our respects at the site of the attacks.

My parents were divorced when I was three, and both my father and mother moved back into the homes of their parents. I spent the school year with my mother, and the summers with my dad.

We arrived the way most emigrant families did. My father came first, and the rest of us - my mother, my sister and me - followed a year later.

I lost contact with my father for many years because of apartheid. For, like, six years, I didn't see my dad. And, now, this was the six years of being a teenager.

My divorce came to me as a complete surprise. That's what happens when you haven't been home in eighteen years.

It's so hard saying goodbye... it's hard saying good bye to all the things that one has held dear for weeks, months, sometimes years.