Quotes About Separation

back in gear, she closed the door on him. She leaned against it, felt the heat drain from her cheek into the cold wood. And then the dog was there with her in the narrow hallway. She smelled the meat on

It made him different, and because he was different he felt uncomfortable, and because he felt uncomfortable he could feel himself floating away for everyone and everything.

I was afraid because I didn't want to lose her, and we always lose someone, or they lose us, in the end.

If people have to die, I don't want them dying near me. My mum and dad won't die near me, I've made bloody sure of that. When they go, I'll hardly feel a thing.

After Arthur sent me away for my own good, it' like my life switched from color to black and white--like the ending of The Wizard of Oz.

Yes, he was leaving, but he'd told her repeatedly that they would find a way to make it work. and yes, it was true that they didn't know each other well, but considering the short time they'd been together, he'd learned enough to know that he could love her forever. all they needed was a chance.

Perhaps that is what it means to be a father-to teach your child to live without you.

I would have let him go one finger at a time, until, without his realizing, he'd be floating without me. And then I thought, perhaps that is what it means to be a [parent] - to teach your child to live without you.

Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark they parted with leaves in their hair.

You're lost in your own world, in the things that happen there, and you've locked all the doors. Sometimes I look at you sleeping. I wake up and look at you and I feel closer to you when you're like that, unguarded, than when you're awake. When you're awake you're like someone with her eyes closed, watching a movie on the inside of your eyelids. I can't reach you anymore. Once upon a time I could, but not now, and not for a long time.

She was gone, and all that was left was the space where you'd grown around her, like a tree that grows around a fence.

We move through the day like two hands of a clock: sometimes we overlap for a moment, then come apart again, carrying on alone. Everyday exactly the same: the tea, the burnt toast, the crumbs, the silence.

And then I thought: perhaps that is what it means to be a father- to teach your child to live without you. If so no one was a greater father than I.

Perhaps that is what it means to be a father--to teach your child to live without you. If so, no one was a greater father than I.

When I woke again, it was into a homesickness that felt physical, as its symptoms had been physical for seventeenth-century mercenary soldiers who'd fallen ill from being so far from home, the first to be diagnosed with the disease of nostalgia. Though never so acute, the longing for something formless and unnamed, had been with me since I was a child. Though now I want to say that the division I felt was, in a sense, within me: the division of being both here and not here, but rather there.

We are all one. Only egos, beliefs, and fears separate us.

A prelungi desp?rÈ›irea de cei dragi este otrav? curat?; mai bine s? o tai dintr-o lovitur? de cuÈ›it È™i s? r?mâi iar??i singur de tot, în starea fireasc? a omului, singur?tatea.

Behind all appearances, I divine a struggling essence. I want to merge with it. I feel that behind appearances this struggling essence is also striving to merge with my heart. But the body stands between us and separates us. The mind stands between us and separates us.

To prolong one's parting from a beloved friend is poison. To leave with a knife stroke is better, for it allows one to return to humanity's natural climate: solitude.

Though parted our two loving souls combine, For mine is all your own and yours is mine. Two riddles to the world we represent, One answer each the other's deep lament. But if our parting severs us in two, One radiant light envelops me and you, As from another world - though blocked and barred What there is one, down here is forced apart. Yet if despairing bodies separate, Souls freely wander and communicate.

I call my wife and tell her I'm going to sleep at the lab. She reminds me that she left me a week ago. Louis tries to crack me up by pantomiming humping a chimp through the cage.

Vejo a separação entre a vida e o paraíso como um rio. Se muitas pontes cruzam o rio, será que Deus se importa qual delas escolheremos?

We are born into a realm of constant change. Everything is decaying. We are continually losing all that we come in contact with. Our tendency to get attached to impermanent experiences causes sorrow, lamentation and grief, because eventually we are separated from everything and everyone we love. Our lack of acceptance and understanding of this fact makes life unsatisfactory.

The report defines acts of ethnic cleansing as including the separation of men from women, the detention of men, and the destruction of houses and their repopulation by another ethnic group later on. This was precisely the repertoire of the Jewish soldiers in the 1948 war.