Quotes About Separation

Lo cojo de la mano con fuerza, preparándome para las cámaras y temiendo el momento en que no me quede más remedio que dejarlo marchar.

Wanna blow Lover Boy one last kiss?

How are you doing with the separation?

When I wake up, the other side of the bed is cold. My fingers stretch out, seeking Prim's warmth but finding only the rough canvas cover of the mattress. She must have had bad dreams and climbed in with our mother. Of course, she did. This is the day of the reaping.

Because I don't want you forgetting how different our circumstances are. If you die, and I live, there's no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You're my whole life, I would never be happy again. It's different for you. I'm not saying it wouldn't be hard. But there are other people who'd make your life worth living.

His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.

Today I might lose both of them.

I imagine watching Gale volunteering to save Rory in the reaping, having him torn from my life, becoming some strange girl's lover to stay alive, and then coming home with her. Living next to her. Promising to marry her. The

I should have never let them separate us!" Peeta bursts out. "That's when I lost her.

Trying to shout her name above the roar. I'm almost there, almost to the barricade, when I think she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that's when the rest of the parachutes go off.

The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!" But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she'll be lost as well. "Prim, let go!" And finally she does.

La cola de necessitat mútua que ens mantenia enganxats amb força durant tots aquells anys s'està desfent. En l'espai entre tots dos, ara hi ha taques negres en comptes de llum.

The glue of mutual need that bonded us so tightly together for all those years is melting away.

My nightmares are usually about losing you," he says.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him. Running.

Irrationally, I think, Will You Marry Me? Four words. I Want a Divorce. Four words. I would like time to count the letters as well, but there is not time.

This is much easier than when N left. Our son is unable to grasp and simultaneously turn doorknobs yet. If only this trick could be unlearned by men over thirty, many more families would celebrate Christmas together.

Next to me N floats in a parachute of his own design: He wants the divorce; I don´t. He pushed me; I fell. I plummet; he pulls the ripcoard and feels a refreshing lack of weight or gravity.

It was poisonous, stale and evil inside the house - Billy was the carbon dioxide to her oxygen, and she didn't want to be anywhere near him

To be alone is to be different, to be different is to be alone.

But we see also many souls whose light is only a dim spark because they are still slumbering in the delusion of separation.

The wings are not representative of angelic status—angels themselves do not have wings, as you have been told. The image of wings is symbolic of soaring beyond beliefs and philosophies not based in truth, but rather based in perceived separation.

Bodies have a life force independent of a soul, and while it is an unusual situation

We were never good with good-byes.