Quotes About Separation

People like murder, Peabody. They jive on it when it's got at least one of those degrees of separation. Reading about it, watching vids about it, turning on the evening news to hear about it. As long as it isn't too close.

I'll leave now,' says he, Simón.

Two names on the page, his and hers, side by side. Two in a bed, lovers no longer but foes.

There was a cord of tenderness that stretched from him to the patch of earth beside the dam and must be cut. It seemed to him that one could cut a cord like that only so many times before it would not grow again.

Each time a drop of water forms under the spout of a tap, it means that one can wrench something away from the nameless mass.

Call me, she whispered to him with a confidence that would fade as the days passed. Qhuinn smiled a little. Take care. At the sound of the two words, Blay relaxed, his big shoulders easing up. In Qhuinn-landia, Take care was synonymous with I'm never going to see, call or fuck you again.

Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God's sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He'd read that book, seen the movie, bought the soundtrack, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider's guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart.

As his ears rang and his heart broke for her, he stayed strong against the gale force she let loose. After all, there was a reason why here and hear were seperated by so little and sounded one like the other. Bearing witness to her, he heard her and was there for her because that was all you could do during a fall apart. But God, it pained him to see how she suffered.

How can you stand to have me near you? The only thing I can't handle is your leaving.

God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day…

When she didn't say anything more, he frowned, thinking this was the pair of them in a nutshell: Standing three feet away from each other and being separated by miles.

You're the love of my life, whether you're with me or not.

V had been keeping his eye on the guy. After they'd spent hours alone together, they'd parted awkwardly and taken separate showers. Fortunately, though, the hot water had been a reset for them both, and when they'd met up again in the Pit's kitchen, it had been business as usual. And shit remained that way

We're separated, but not lost or truly apart. Do not mourn me, my love. I have not died. . . .

If anyone ever wanted to sense the infinity of time and existence, all they had to do was look at the night sky and feel their precious dead staring back at them. It was the great duality of union and separation.

The impending separation from love, more than the ending of life, had kept all that faith alive. It was the hope of having a little more time to love that had made her mother hold crosses, and look to the faces of statues, and cast words up into the air.

You want to know what death is! I'll tell you what it is—death is the living forgetting you! What you smell like and look like, what your voice sounds like, how you laugh! Even if there is an afterlife, my death is going to be you going on without me until you can't remember what color my eyes are or how long my hair is—

Humans require two things to properly bond: scarcity and the unknown. If loved ones were around forever, you'd take them for granted, and if you knew for sure that you'd be reunited, you'd never miss them. It's all part of the divine plan.

Being left behind was a special kind of loss. —

No tienes miedo?" preguntó. "No. Solo me aterroriza perderte.

I fear I can't let you leave," she said through a wobbling smile. "I fear…I cannot bear you to go." As

Mediante la tormenta… habían hallado la calma. A pesar de haberse alejado, volvían a ser uno.

Yo no quiero perderte." "No quiero que me pierdas.

Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God's sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He'd read that book, seen the movie, bought the sound track, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider's guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart.