Quotes About Separation

I know i'm making her sound like something out of a story. But it was the other way around. When my mother told me stories about the spinning princess or the brave goose-girl or the river-maiden, in my head I imagined them all a little like Kasia; that was how I thought of her. And I wasn't old enough to be wise, so I loved her more, not less, because I knew she would be taken from me soon.

And I wasn't old enough to be wise, so I loved her more, not less, because I knew she would be taken from me soon. She

Apparently people commonly died when their loved ones were out of the room. Bathroom break. Quick trip down to the cafeteria for a grilled cheese. It was easier to die if you didn't have family members to worry about at that exact moment. Easier for the one who was dying, maybe.

At the same time, I heard from a cousin that my elderly relative was in a nursing home, but, 'because of COVID,' her family was not allowed to see her ... A sociable woman with many grandchildren who loved her, this isolation seemed like it would be a form of torture for her.

Why did he write to her, "I can't live without you?" And why did she write to him "I can't live without you?" For he went west and she went east and they both lived.

One Parting Why did he write to her, I can't live without you? And why did she write to him, I can't live without you? For he went west, she went east, And they both lived.

listening to the storm outside as it left the city, knowing that I was going to lose her but also knowing that, for a few minutes, we had belonged to one another, and to nobody else.

Write," he said. "I'll write to you as soon as I get there," answered Julián. "No. Not to me. Write books. Not letters. Write them for me, for Penélope." Julián nodded, realizing only then how much he was going to miss his friend. "And keep your dreams," said Miquel. "You never know when you might need them." "Always," murmured Julián, but the roar of the train had already stolen his words.

Siempre creí que íbamos a ser inseparables, pero la vida debe de saber algo que nosotros no sabemos.

I was incapable of writing or feeling anything except the terror of her absence, of knowing she was lost, wrenched away.

Conjurei em vão as palavras que queria oferecer a Nuria Monfort,mas fui incapaz de escrever ou de sentir fosse o que fosse,excepto aquele terror inexplicável da sua ausência,de a saber perdida,arrancada pela raiz.Soube que um dia voltaria para mim,meses ou anos mais tarde,que havia de trazer sempre a sua recordação no contacto de um estranho,de imagens que não me pertenciam,sem saber se era digno de tudo isso.Vais-te em sombras,pensei.Como viveste.

Nunca seria mio, le habia perdido antes de empezar

and I kissed his forehead, as if by doing so I could protect him from the invisible threads that kept him away from me, from that tiny apartment, and from my memories, as if I believed that with that kiss I could deceive time and convince it to pass us by, to return some other day, some other life.

M-am gândit cât de mult îmi doream s? m? refugiez în privirea aceea fugar? care se temea c? e transparent?, goal?. M-am gândit la singur?tatea ce avea s? m? cuprind? în noaptea aceea, când aveam s? m? despart de ea, în lips? de alte trucuri sau poveÅŸti cu care s?-mi câÅŸtig compania ei. M-am gândit la cât de puÈ›ine aveam s?-i ofer ÅŸi cât de multe voiam de la ea.

Siempre creí que íbamos a ser inseparables, per la vida debe de saber algo que nosotros no sabemos. No he vuelto a tener amigos como aquellos, y no creo que los vuelva a tener

Siempre creí que íbamos a ser inseparables, pero la vida debe de saber algo que nosotros no sabemos. No he vuelto a tener amigos como aquellos, y no creo que los vuelva a tener

besé la frente como si quisiera protegerle así de los hilos invisibles que lo alejaban de mí, de aquel piso angosto y de mis recuerdos, como si creyera que con aquel beso podría engañar al tiempo y convencerle de que pasara de largo, de que volviese otro día, otra vida.

A deterioration has occurred to the fabric of the world, the world that does not belong to her as she has been told. Again and again and again. She is prohibited from entering. From now on life will seem less and less like life.

We remain terrified that by acknowledging Divine will—by surrendering our will to a greater will—we will become separated from all that brings us physical comfort.

Literal interpretation creates separation, whereas symbolic interpretation—seeing that all of them address the identical design of our spiritual natures—brings us together.

I may never see my daughter again. My son says he has no intentions of ever coming back to the cursed south again. A part of me admires him for his conviction; the other part wants to shake him until his teeth rattle even though he's a grown man.

Be sure not to wash your white things with red or you'll have pink underwear.

Come back to me safe, Kate, Grace said, whispering, because her throat had closed and her own tears were falling. She had so much to tell Kate, so much more advice to give, but there wasn't time, because the tide was turning and David was no doubt waiting at the pier. But she had time for one last piece of advice. One last, desperate plea. And for God's sake, don't fall in love with your captain.

Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.