Quotes About Separation

You're like a band-aid that is slowly ripping off, and I'm still wounded!

Babies cry at birth because it is the first time they experience separation from love.

Even if I spent the whole day with you, I would miss you the second you leave.

And I don't even like you, but the pain of life without you is biting.

You sit right next to me.Still you don't seem close to me.

You can ache for where you come from, and it's homesickness. A relationship, and it's heartbreak. But is there a word for missing your friends like that?

Love builds a bridge. Hate builds a wall.

I can't walk beside you for reasons of my own, but everytime you cross my mind, I send love to you, you know.

I did not willingly let half of my soul leave my body. It was torn from me. I still hear the ransomed moans. It calls to me for rescue, yet clings to its abductor.

And if one day there's distanceBetween your hand and mine, When our hands join once again, My heart and soul will shine.

We swam deep in the waves, a wild chase ..Stained with memories and pain.Who knew a gulf would lay between?Who knew loving someone, would ache?

I've reached the vanishing point without you.Here my heartache begins with your paintrying to find an unborn startin this fatal disappearanceFrom the poem 'Me with the Vanishing Point

We fell in love and heard thousands of words in every silence between us. Then we fell apart and heard only silence in thousands of words we spoke to each other.

My wife divorced me because she could not trust me anymore.I never want a divorce because I love and care about our daughter.

But even as she was going through with it she knew it was useless, just as it was useless to save a single earring when the other half of the pair was lost

I have to admit. Saying goodbye—leaving Bonnie. Was one of the hardest things I've ever done in my entire life. It actually hurt…

You let go of my hand to hold on to my heartDistance grasps us tightnow that we are apart

Distance is but metrics, unmeasurable is the heart

My mouth could say goodbye, but not with my heart

It takes awhile, but eventually you realize they lost you. You didn't lose them.

I write so I don't call you.

Maybe we ran out of words, maybe we don't know what to say, maybe we both want to go our separate ways, maybe we want to speak up but we're afraid. All I know is this feeling isn't fading away.

Time is a watchful adversary, who waits enduringly for that merciless hour, hurrying to work the hands of separation.

I am dead to you, but you are living in me.