Quotes About Separation

Ico ran back to the windmill, growing increasily nervous with each moment Yorda was out of his sight. He didn't want to think what would happen if the shadow-creatures attacked while they were apart.

She put a hand on his arm and gently pushed. What? Ico asked, his voice hoarse. You want me to run away by myself, too? Yorda nodded.

L'esilio più lungo è l'esilio del cuore L'unico passaggio per il ritorno è l'amore

but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

The news in those days was full of war and migrants and nativists, and it was full of fracturing too, of regions pulling away from nations, and cities pulling away from hinterlands, and it seemed that as everyone was coming together everyone was also moving apart. Without borders nations appeared to be becoming somewhat illusory, and people were questioning what role they had to play.

They finished their coffees. Nadia asked if Saeed had been to the deserts of Chile an seen the stars an was it all he had imagined it would be. He nodded and said if she had an evening free he would take her, it was a sight worth seeing in this lie, and she shut her eyes and said she would like that very much, and they rose and embraced and parted and did not know, then, if that evening would ever come.

for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

So Erica felt better in a place like this, separated from the rest of us, where people could live in their minds without feeling bad about it.

All over the world people were slipping away from where they had been, from once fertile plains cracking with dryness, from seaside villages gasping beneath tidal surges, from overcrowded cities and murderous battlefields, and slipping away from other people too, people they had in some cases loved.

so by making the promise he demanded she make she was in a sense killing him, but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

There was also closeness, for the end of a couple is like a death, and the notion of death, of temporariness, can remind us of the value of things, which it did for Saeed and Nadia, and so even though they spoke less and did less together, they saw each other more, although not more often.

that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

It seems that as everyone was coming together everyone was also moving apart.

she make she was in a sense killing him, but that is the way of things, for when we migrate, we murder from our lives those we leave behind.

They had spent the past ten years like two trees in a forest, near one another without ever touching.

I close my eyes, a useless flutter. I open them, and I see you half a world away. I hear fever parting your lips. I feel your shivering, colorless geckos running down your spine. I smell the night sweat that has bathed you clean.

Biz her ÅŸeyde birbirimizin yar?s? idik: Åžimdi ben onun pay?n? çalar gibi oluyorum. Her iÅŸte onun yar?s?, ikinci yar?s? olmaya o kadar al??m??t?m ki, ÅŸimdi art?k yar?m bir varl?k gibiyim. Ne yapsam, ne düÅŸünsem onun eksikliÄŸini duyuyorum.

Did not we vow that we would neither of us be either before or after the other even in travelling the last journey of life? And can you find it in your heart to leave me now?

Only one letter divides the comic from the cosmic.

In some respects, grief for the lost and missing is worse than grief for the dead, and sometimes just for a fraction of a second its intensity makes her wish Mikal would cease to exist, so she wouldn't have to wonder if she will ever see him again.

I never saw Sauveterre again and it was to be many years before I even heard his name, but in the end I found myself adopting his little boy, so small is the world, so strange is fate.

I watched him until he disappeared between the forest trees—watched after him almost as if I knew that, through no fault of his own, I would not converse with him again for a long time.

The universal experience of living through a great shock is the feeling of being completely powerless: in the face of awesome forces, parents lose their ability to save their children, spouses are separated, homes - places of protection - become death traps. The best way to recover from helplessness turns out to be helping - having the right to be part of a communal recovery.

I didn't really understand what mothers were, because mine was in a tree, but I knew they were very good things and you were very angry and sad if you lost them.