Quotes About Separation

Language and reality are kept strictly apart—reality is tough, unyielding stuff, and it doesn't care what you think or feel or say about it. Or it shouldn't.

He's the anchor to my boat and I worry that I will float out to sea, directionless, without him.

Like Artemis and Orion, fate was working against us, and we couldn't be together in this life. But he will forever be immortalized in my heart.

We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhereMaking love while we let the midnight airFlow through the open window, into our closed heartsLeft bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart

Long distance relationship is like a dream, It can be SWEET, It can be SADandIt can also be a NIGHTMARE.

And in those moments, Park thought about pulling back from her."Not breaking up with her. That phrase didn't even seem to apply here. Just . . . erasing away. Recovering the six inches between them

Had I known, I would not have left you, alone beneath those stars, on the night when I last saw you, not knowing it was the last.

If there were a map of the solar system, but instead of stars it showed people and their degrees of separation, my star would be the one you had to travel the most light-years from to get to his. You would die getting to him.

De aceea am plecat pe front, pentru c? ÅŸtiam c? altminteri, dac? nu mor acolo, va fi mult mai grav, voi afla într-o zi, c?, pentru tine, am murit de mult...

Dar cel care a cunoscut unirea aceea de neînÈ›eles pentru experienÈ›a È™i mintea omeneasc?, È™tie c? de la un anumit nivel viaÈ›a nu mai are sfârÈ™it, c? omul moare pentru c? e singur, e desp?rÈ›it, despicat în dou?, dar c? printr-o mare îmbr??iÈ™are se reg?seÈ™te pe sine într-o fiin?? cosmic?, autonom? È™i etern?.

The domestication of fire—that is, the possibility of producing, preserving, and transporting it—marks, we might say, the definitive separation of the Paleanthropians from their zoological predecessors. The most ancient "document" for the use of fire dates from Choukoutien (about 600,000 B.C.), but its domestication probably took place much earlier and in several places.

We stopped talking for a long, long time. A long time. Nurses came and went attaching and detaching things. Hundreds of thousands of babies were born while we weren't talking. The continents continued to separate at the same page as fingernails growing.

None of us have ever asked the men for anything, Agata states. Not a single thing, not even for the salt to be passed, not even for a penny or a moment alone or to take the washing in or to open a curtain or to go easy on the small yearlings or to put your hand on the small of my back as I try, again, for the twelfth or thirteenth time, to push a baby out of my body. Isn't it interesting, she says, that the one and only request the women would make of the men would be to leave?

For a few seconds I thought about my little brothers who loved connecting things with rope. I wondered if I'd ever see them again and a torpedo of sadness struck me and moved straight trough my body.

All I was afraid of is saying good-bye.

Sometimes, love brings you together even as life keeps you apart.

but then she did. she died. no more visits, no more phone calls. And without even realizing it, I began to drift, as if my roots had been pulled, as if I were floating down some side branch of a river.

Everyone joins a band in this life. One way or another, the band breaks up.

How do we say good-bye to you without saying good-bye to apiece of ourselves? Where do we look for you now?

whisper their good-byes.

I envy them being able to go to the health club, or go for a swim. Or dance. Mostly for dancing. But envy comes to me, I feel it, and then I let it go. Remember what I said about detachment? Let it go. Tell yourself, 'That's envy, I'm going to separate from it now.' And walk away.

A heart weighs more when it splits in two;

She says everyone you lose here, you find again there. Our family is all together. Her. My parents.

Pouco importa, disse para si mesmo. Ela está em outro lugar, eu estou aqui, e nada posso fazer por ela.