Quotes About Separation

There he coined the acronym NOMA for the phrase 'non-overlapping magisteria':

A professorship of theology should have no place in our institution. —THOMAS JEFFERSON

Faced with a divorce or separation, faced with the need to terminate a long-standing friendship, I must remind myself that sometimes the most loving involvement is a non-involvement.

She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.

Suddenly it was too hard to be in his presence, too painful to know that he would belong to someone else.

341 days seems like an eternity when you can't see people you love.

The, at some point, sooner or later, for this reason or that, one of them is taken away. And what is taken away is greater than the sum of what was there. This may not be mathematically possible; but it is emotionally possible.

Did you leave me because of me? No, she said. I left you because of us.

Then, at some point, sooner or later, for this reason or that, one of them is taken away. And what is taken away is greater than the sum of what was there. This may not be mathematically possible; but it is emotionally possible.

Man's love is of man's life a thing apart / 'Tis woman's whole existence.

So now he better understood how couples clung to their own story—each, often, to a separate part of it—long after it had gone cold on them, even to the point where they were not sure they could bear one another. Bad love still contained the remnant, the memory, of good love—somewhere, deep down, where neither of them any longer wanted to dig.

I know already that she and her husband have separate beds, indeed separate rooms, and their marriage has been unconsummated—or rather, sex-free—for almost twenty years; but I haven't pressed her for reasons or particulars.

It's generally true that success, however defined, drives artistic friends apart more than failure does.

Mes baig?me mokykl?, pasižad?jome draugauti vis? gyvenim? ir nu?jome skirtingais keliais

Ich glaube nicht, dass ich sie je wiedersehen werde. Ich werde sie nie wieder sehen, hören, berühren, in den Armen halten, ihr zuhören, mit ihr lachen; nie wieder auf ihre Schritte horchen, lächeln, wenn eine Tür aufgeht; nie wieder ihren Körper an meinen, meinen an ihren drücken. Ich glaube auch nicht, dass wir uns in entmaterialisierter Form wiedertreffen. Ich glaube, tot ist tot.

She surprised him by agreeing. Yes, I was simply curious, and no, I would never criticize you in front of your followers. Do you have the patience to endure one more question, husband? What is it? When do you suppose you'll leave me behind?

The night of his arrest, he asked me to go get him a glass of water. We'd just gone to bed and I was so tired. I was exhausted. So I told him to go get it himself. 'Next time I will,' he said, and then he rolled over and went right to sleep. Later, as they were taking him away, all I could think was, 'Now he'll always be thirsty.' Even now, in my dreams, he's still searching for water.

Every few days the letters arrived, tattered and torn, from Lordsburg, New Mexico. Sometimes entire sentences had been cut out with a razor blade by the censors and the letters did not make any sense. Sometimes they arrived in one piece, but with half of the words blacked out. Always, they were signed, From Papa, With Love.

It's sad, but a relief as well, to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence, leaving smooth surfaces instead of bloody shreds.

Because, when I was away, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Part of me said, yes, it was the right thing to do, for your sake; part of me recognized the kind of man I am, the kind of work I do, the utter impossibility of it. But the other part of me... I felt your absence like a wound.

But when Kaname asked: Would you like to separate, then? Misako answered: Would you? They knew that divorce was the solution, and yet neither had the courage to propose it, each was left face to face with his own weakness.

Every time she went home she found herself being criticized. She was accused of being too attached to her family, which was condemned as a bourgeois habit, and had to see less and less of her own mother.

Can it be, I wondered, that life without her is so dull as this?

you yourself were split into several parts. Just as I had a double existence, you did too. If I was another person wearing a stranger's mask, you were another person wearing the mask of yourself. Another wearing the mask of himself … a gruesome combination.…