Quotes About Separation

We conclude that the "blood" in separation from the flesh does not mean life but death, life surrendered in sacrifice.18

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

The legislative branch writes laws, the head of the executive branch takes care that the laws are faithfully executed, at which point the judiciary is perpetually poised to scrutinize the content and application of the laws. Which makes the judiciary the epicenter of constitutional government.

Where the hell would I go without you, Kate? No matter where I went, you would be there in my head. I would miss you every moment of my life.

What"s that?" "That"s a steak for me and mushroom pasta for you. The pasta is made with tofu and palm oil instead of eggs. I cooked it myself. My steak is wrapped in several layers of foil. It"s not touching the container with your food, so no worries.

This is going to suck," Curran said. "It will suck much less if you come with me. You want me to level, here it is: I need you. I need you because I love you. Three months without you will be hell.

You taught me the meaning of loneliness, because when I don't see you, I feel alone. You

I was thinking, we might just stay here," Rose said. "We can wait for you." " 'Dear Declan, where is your bride?' 'Oh, I left her outside, Your Grace.' " Declan shook his head. "I don't think so.

with about twenty-five feet of space between each to make sure nobody happened to trip and accidentally fall into a slaughter.

loving someone and being with him were two different things.

If this was how the young made themselves independent from their parents, then she only wished the process over. Watching her daughter pull away from her day by day hurt too much.

She was approaching the hardest moment to be faced when separated from the one you love, the moment when you finally get used to your pain, and then, you are only half alive, because that pain meant you were still fully alive. It was a bleeding, gasping kind of life.

Up till now, I thought my wife was in some camp in France, in the custody of French soldiers. To learn she is in an uncivilised country, in conditions that are probably atrocious, without money or food and with people whose language she does not even know, is unbearable. It is now no longer a matter of getting her out of a camp sooner rather than later but of saving her life.

Michel was first imprisoned at Creusot, then taken to Drancy. On 6 November 1942 he was deported to Auschwitz and sent immediately to the gas chamber. There is then a two-year gap in the correspondence.

Adieu, he said, this is goodbye. I'll never forget you, never. She stood silent. He looked at her and saw her eyes full of tears. He turned away. She forced herself to smile. Like the Chinese mother who sent her son off to war telling him to be careful 'because war has its dangers,' I'm asking you, if you have any feelings for me, to be as careful as possible with your life. Because it is precious to you? he asked nervously. Yes. Because it is precious to me.

Thus the activity of preservation should be distinguished from the nostalgia accompanying fantasies of a lost home from which the subject is separated and to which he seeks to return. Preservation entails remembrance, which is quite different from nostalgia.

There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.

And now she had run into an emptiness more final than any words of rejection. He was gone and would make himself a stranger to her for ever.

Now, when she felt so deeply connected to him, they were finally estranged.

The agony was of suddenly feeling herself so separate and so secret.

Forgive me for not being able to be with you.

We shall meet, but as strangers. It is the end of an era. A whole part of my life is torn away.

But I can't do anything for him and he can't do anything for me. We must wail in our own corners.

We just drifted apart . . . I began to find his company extremely tiring . It was extremely tiring, but we were all addicted to it.