Quotes About Separation

My soul remembered him, my heart connected with him but time had separated him from wanting me right now.

I understand it, but I don't like it. I wish we could all be together like before: best friends, not heartbroken strangers.

I loved him the way some people are to be loved - from a distance.

We were destined to collide but the river of misunderstanding left us at the opposite banks.

We ruined each other by being together. We destroyed each other's dreams.

When you love with your heart and soul, then you long and belong. How could there be a separation?

To love purely is to consent to distance, it is to adore the distance between ourselves and that which we love.

Leave me alone, Do me a favor, abandon me, I want to think about, You me and the idea of forever.

Divorce and separation, is the realization that, one of the two, no longer is growing his or her way to prosperity, next to that other person.

Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love

We are all lost, so lost, vulnerable and insecure. We are separated from love at birth, we are separated from God, from each other. All we want, all we yearn for is to connect.

The hard part wasn't breaking up. The hard part is forcing myself to fall out of love with you.

Never knew the word Goodbye could scatter my heart into pieces. Just 1 word, could made me cry over you.

If bye is meant to be separation, why do people say good bye.

I saw her disappear from my life like a star that fades into obscurity behind a veil of clouds.

Every moment you are separated from love it makes it so much harder to remember why a heart was shared

Hands that never touch. Lips that never meet. The Almost Lovers, never to be.

The life is cruel death to me without you.

But then you left exactly how all the sad songs said you would

I loved you when I left you.

I always knew death of this relation would be the death of my life.

Before you leave me again, tell me, so I can let you know if I'm ready to watch you go...

Love enters us like a vague ailment. Your head spins. Your underarms tingle. Love hurts and love has consequences: marriage, babies, separation, longing, human complications.

Why weren't we born in the same era?" he lamented. She eased past him neither here nor there, looked over her shoulder and whispered, "How mundane and cliche would that be?