Quotes About Separation

He cannot deny how much he loves her - and the pain of that longing is enough to make him know that he lives. That he is. For how could he feel such anguish if he had no soul? Yet in many ways he feels as if she took his soul with her when she left.

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Ailleurs, bien loin d'ici ! trop tard ! jamais peut-être ! Car j'ignore où tu fuis, tu ne sais où je vais, Ô toi que j'eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais !

I said goodbye again sucking up all that was left of her into the little that was left of me. I said, 'don't look for me again. fuck it. we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye.

and you invented me and I invented you and that's why we don't get along on this bed any longer. you were the world's greatest invention until you flushed me away. now it's your turn to wait for the touch of the handle. somebody will do it to you, bitch, and if they don't you will - mixed with your own green or yellow or white or blue or lavender goodbye.

she slammed the door and was gone. I looked at the closed door and at the doorknob and strangely I didn't feel alone.

Angels, we have grown apart.

I went over to see Marina two or three or four times a week. I knew as long as I could see the girl I would be all right…. Soon after, I got a letter from Fay. She and the child were living in a hippie commune in New Mexico. It was a nice place, she said. Marina would be able to breathe there. She enclosed a little drawing the girl had made for me.

we finally got free of one another. it's sad but it's standard operating procedure (I am constantly confused by the lack of durability in human affairs).

Even though I write about the human race, the further away from them, the better I feel. Two miles is great; two thousand miles is beautiful.

I said goodbye again sucking up all that was left of her into the little that was left of me. I said, don't look for me again. fuck it. we are all lost. goodbye, goodbye. — Charles Bukowski, from "Rimbaud be damned," The People Look Like Flowers at Last . (Ecco; First Edition edition March 27, 2007)

unusual degree. This family became divided eight generations

Ah, my brother, you cannot comprehend the pain of parting from her. No, I can't. I would die for the least hair of her royal head, God bless it! but I could live very well from now till Doomsday without ever setting eyes on the said head.

All men are islands, surrounded by the bottomless oceans of unthinking night.

Is it a metaphorical accident that the cranium will fuse in months to come, thus ensuing the illustrated close-mindedness, the inevitable, tragic separation of I from the World? The ego always wins, of course. And at what price?

Pressing his forehead to the cool glass, he held her gaze, her palm, his eyes pleading with her. Don't go. Don't leave me.

When we're engaged in pure activity, we're a presence, an awareness. But that's all we are. And that doesn't feel like anything. People feel that the so-called enlightened state is flooded with emotional and loving feelings. But true love or compassion is simply to be nonseparate from the object. Essentially, it's a flow of activity in which we do not exist as a being separate from our activity.

When men learnt to talk in the beginning of the civilised word they used language not as a means of communication alone but as a means of excluding others--using it as a way of setting themselves apart and shutting out strangers.

Being in jail was similar to being in a hospital bed: You're fine until you see or speak to someone from your family, and then you completely lose your shit.

2470 He has put a knife on the things that held us together and we have fallen apart.

EPITAPH She did to live she lived to die she died inside him where she lived so long dying to get out -

months earlier with Kristin

She'd learned that morning that a cloister was just a covered walkway in a religious building, but she understood that it was also the root of the word cloistered. And that meant something else. Something more. Separation. Isolation. Purity, maybe. The

There had been a connection long ago, but that had been severed. Something in me wanted to hold on, to roll back the clock and never let him go, but I had made my choice, as he had, and we had to live with our choices.