Quotes About Separation

When am I going to see you? Do you really want to know? Very much. Never, I said, and hung up with a resolute click.

For I must get back my soul from you; I am killing my flesh without it.

I'm collecting my strength; one day I shall manage without her, and she'll perish with emptiness then, and begin to miss me

Sometimes I wondered if I had made Joan up. Other times I wondered if she would continue to pop in at every crisis of my life to remind me of what I had been, and what I had been through, and carry on her own separate but similar crisis under my nose.

We danced about a mile apart the whole time, until during "Auld Lang Syne" he suddenly rested his chin on the top of my head as if he were very tired.

She looked loving and reproachful, and I wanted her to go away.

I made a point of never living in the same house with my mother for more than a week.

I'd say go to hell, but I never want to see you again.

That being free. What would the dark Do without fevers to eat? What would the light Do without eyes to knife, what would he Do, do, do without me.

Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.

I that was near your heart was removed therefrom

Are contented with the morning that separates And with the evening that brings together For casual talk before the fire Two people who know they do not understand each other, Breeding children whom they do not understand And who will never understand them.

Friendship should be more than biting Time can sever.

At the beginning, eight years ago, I felt, at first, that sense of separation, Of isolation unredeemable, irrevocable— It's eternal, or gives a knowledge of eternity, Because it feels eternal while it lasts. That is one hell.

it was almost as if she split herself into two entirely separate beings—her body-being going through the motions while her mind-being stood off to the side and watched. She didn't like that feeling. It frightened her. When she felt that way, a crazy panic gripped her that someone would notice there were two of her, and she would be revealed for the fraud and the freak that she was.

Ah, let the poor man have her for the dance. The measure will part them often enough. And a Mercurio consumed by hopeless love is a rare vision for the rest of us.

The party, having run out of fables, or the wish to deal in them, drifted apart apart with moist-eyed regrets.

In a way, I suppose, I think of poems as a sort of animal. They have their own life, like animals, by which I mean that they seem quite separate from any person, even from their author, and nothing can be added to them or taken away without maiming and perhaps even killing them. And they have a certain wisdom. They know something special … something perhaps which we are very curious to learn.

You know it's a bad sign when the theme song from Titanic describes your relationship.

By the time Trump left office, more than 5,500 children had been separated from their parents and 628 children still had not been reunited with their families.

But she's still afraid that the more she misses him--his face, his skin, the way he looked at her--and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.

Connor and Sloane," Marco replied. "Connor is the younger one. He's here on his own. Sloane is here with her two children, but her husband stayed behind in America." I tried to process this. Connor and Sloane would be my half brother and sister.

that reason, it was time to go our separate ways. Life was like that sometimes. We change and we grow.

I hated her for leaving us. I hated her. I hated her most for leaving me with Dad.