Quotes About Separation

Love is grand, but divorce is a hundred grand. But enough about that.

God, how sometimes he hated the distances. Everything out here was just so far from the next.

Now that they got you little girls they won't have no use for me," she said, and a single tear snaked down her cheek.

A clean break is best. In

Harris argues, perhaps counterintuitively, that "the ability to be alone . . . is anything but a rejection of close bonds," and can instead affirm them. Calmly experiencing separation, he argues, builds your appreciation for interpersonal connections when they do occur.

Still, it's an interesting technique--leaving one person behind in order to find her or him somewhere else. And *in* someone else.

Hunger for Christ keeps us talking to God till our separation is swallowed up in our unending togetherness with him. Till this union is complete, he who keeps our prayers awaits our union. After all, God hungers for union with us even more than we desire union with him. And prayer is the rails on which our two desires move toward each other. Our devotion moves us from separateness into oneness with God, and the resulting joy is worth the journey.

JACKSON HAS NEVER stood apart from the rest of Mississippi the way Atlanta has stood apart from Georgia, say, or New Orleans from Louisiana.

Long Island is the single most segregated suburban area in the United States.

I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have tears in my eyes just to think about it. I am furious to be here, it is the end of happiness for a whole year.

La tierra por en medio se dice cuando dos se separan a dos pueblos distantes, pero, bien mirado, también se podría decir cuando entre el terreno en donde uno pisa y el otro duerme hay veinte pies de altura.

People see you as an object, not as a person, and they project a set of expectations onto you. People who don't have it think beauty is a blessing, but actually it sets you apart.

Not that we didn't have close relationships with our parents - I'm very close to my mom - but parents didn't think anything of going off for a few weeks and leaving their kids.

The World War was such an irruption which showed, as nothing else could, how thin are the walls which separate a well-ordered world from lurking chaos.

and finally I found myself, when she lost me.........:(

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

If you stay, I'll do whatever you want. I'll quit the band; go with you to New York. But if you need me to go away, I'll do that too. .. And that would suck, but I'll do it. I can lose you like that, if I don't lose you today. I'll let you go. If you stay.

Mia and I had been together for more than two years, and yes, it was a high school romance, but it was still the kind of romance where I thought we were trying to find a way to make it forever, the kind that, had we met five years later and had she not been some cello prodigy and had I not been in a band on the rise - or had our lives not been ripped apart by all this -I was pretty sure it would've been.

Even going to jail would be easy compared to losing you.

I can't lose you again. It really will kill me this time.

She left for Juilliard the day after Labor Day. I drove her to the airport. She kissed me good-bye. She told me that she loved me more than life itself. Then she stepped through security. She never came back.

all I left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you. And I have to watch you from this distance, watch you achieve your dreams, live what seemed like this perfect life.

Mia is walking away, walking toward the other end of the bridge. Without me. I get it now. I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

Really? Was that how you quit me?