Quotes About Separation

But Arrow believes they took these names so they could separate themselves from what they had to do, so the person who fought and killed could someday be put away.

The separation was an act of will harder to overcome than mere distance.

I thought they were meant to leave one another - not me.

It seemed funny that one day I would go to bed in her arms and the next not feel anything, like a switch had gone off. But no, that wasn't honest either. This had been building for a long time. Our silences were getting longer. Our arguments more frequent. How do you stay with someone when there are no dreams to build? No purpose to accomplish? No meaning? No meaning —that was the monster that drove us away from one another in the end. Always.

How do you stay with someone when there are no dreams to build? No purpose to accomplish? No meaning? No meaning – that was the monster that drove us away from one another in the end. Always.

Despite the intensity of our brief friendship in Sacramante, Liviana Tricante never came to visit me.

He breathes as I breathe, he thinks as I think, yet we are worlds apart. I cannot know his thoughts, and yet our skins are touching. How strange.

To be apart from Min would be like dying for him, and no gloves of fur and snakeskin could stroke away the pain.

There was something wrong about seeing her now. It was as if they belonged to different worlds. He wished he could excuse himself.

For a moment, she thought of Varencienne and an unfamilar pang clenched her heart. My daughter, she thought. Where is she? Will she ever forgive me for this?

There were elements of Owen in Jack; the litheness, the clever sarcasm, the apartness from Daniel that meant only later you'll be mine.

I should have been with them, yes, part of them. I was meant to be part of them, but now I was there in my salon with the Lord of Light.

I heard you scream. Was it pain or pleasure? Hard to tell with that creature, isn't it?" Daniel sighed. He didn't want to argue. "It's a shame we have to part this way, Taz, but if that's how you want it to be…" "You are full of him," Taziel said. "I can see his glow on you.

He realised there was another world going about its business around him, but he was never drawn into it, never a witness to its tragedies and celebrations.

If he went away, would the link between himself and the others be broken? Would he be free or drawn back against his will? Would Owen come after him? He shuddered at the thought, suddenly presented with the image in his mind of a moonlit night, himself in a small room alone, and a figure outside below, looking up at his window, forming a wordless summoning.

As Ishtahar is kept from me, so are you, in a different kind of way.

My lady was just a vague shadow further up the road, tireless. I was afraid of losing her, believing that if I paused to rest, she would simply vanish forever.

He reached out and took Owen's hand in his own. There was resistance at first, then a returning pressure. Othman ignored any presence that might reside in the land and instead tasted the flow of energy from the boy's body. He sensed untapped strengths, and something that had a flavour of familiarity about it. Before Othman could investigate this further, Owen pulled away.

A wall had come between them, a soft wall of Ellony. How could it hurt this much?

I think she's running from a broken heart. She left it behind her somewhere, but she can still hear it cracking.

Holy" in Greek always had in it the idea of difference and separation. The Christian is to be distinctly different—set apart by God for His purposes. The church has often mistaken the meaning of this. The separation is not from the world, but a difference expressed in the world.

She was alone. She missed him immediately.

This is the true meaning of exile : some insurmountable force that keeps you from going back.

The entire country was like a linguistic and cultural Galápagos.