Quotes About Separation

A tiny part of my heart is so happy to see him safe and laughing, but the other part is a black pit that threatens to suck all of me into it. He is happy without me. He is laughing without me. But what about me?

We were familiar with the line that separates grief from madness, and we know that sometimes the only way to stay on the right side of it is to scream.

Our mother sticks a knife in our heart when we say goodbye on the wharf. And we stick a knife in hers when we go. And that's how we're connected: through the hurt we inflict on one another.

Technology has allowed...our society to separate itself from the sights and the sounds of killing.... It must be easy to kill from a roomful of fluorescent lights and wash-and-wear shirts.

Keep apart, keep apart, and preserve one's soul alive—that is the teaching for the day. It is ill to have been born in these times, but one can make a world within the world.

Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!

Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.

But 'tis done—all words are idle— Words from me are vainer still; But the thoughts we cannot bridle 55 Force their way without the will. Fare thee well! thus disunited, Torn from every nearer tie, Sear'd in heart, and lone, and blighted, More than this I scarce can die.

The saddest thing was actually getting fed up with one another. It's like growing up in a family. When you get to a certain age, you want to go off and get your own girl and your own car, split up a bit.

No, I don't know that atheists should be regarded as citizens, nor should they be regarded as patriotic. This is one nation under God. I support the separation of church and state. I'm just not very high on atheists.

To die and part is a less evil; but to part and live, there, there is the torment.

I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don't tell me to leave.

Men are men ... Dragons are dragons.

But they were all dead now, even Arya, everyone but her half-brother, Jon. Some nights she heard talk of him, in the taverns and brothels of the Ragman's Harbor. The Black Bastard of the wall, one man had called him. Even Jon would never know Blind Beth, i bet. That made her sad.

It was easy to forget that sometimes, when they were laughing together, or kissing. But then one of them would say something, or do something, and he would suddenly be reminded of the wall between their worlds.

Always the wall, keeping him apart, this man who was a first-name friend to everyone and an intimate to none. And on it, it was almost as if there were a sign that read, THIS FAR YOU GO, and no further.

The Wall was like that. Sometimes he could almost forget that it was there, the way you forgot about the sky or the earth underfoot, but there were other times when it seemed as if there was nothing else in the world.

If you cut a worm in two, you make two worms.

I wonder where my big, black man has gone; Oh, I wonder where my big, black man has gone. Has he done got faded an' left me all alone?

The government of the United States is not, in any sense, founded on the Christian religion.

Later he couldn't even remember who was the one who had come up with the life-saving (or so he thought then) idea of inventing shared memories, to make up a whole life together before and after their meeting. A pathetic attempt to take revenge on merciless chance that had brought them together, only to separate them.

Guilt and fear are so intertwined that they cannot be separated. Love and guilt cannot exist simultaneously any more than love and fear can.

I still did not cry. I tried not to think of her. I had loved her too much, too intensely. In danger all the time, we had clung to one another. We had lived several lifetimes in our years together. Now she was gone." - Gerald Green, Holocaust

Luisa Santiaga Márquez Iguarán de García had given birth to three more children since that time and this was her first return to Aracataca since her husband, Gabriel Eligio García, took her away to live in Barranquilla, leaving little "Gabito" in the care of his maternal grandparents,