Quotes About Separation

If children live in separate homes, proximity to the other parent has been found to be the single most important factor determining a child's likelihood of success.

A sense of separation from God is the only lack you really need correct.

And, dude, the truth is, if you're gonna be like this, I don't need the association.

To define, however, is simply to bound, to separate, or distinguish; so that the thing defined may be discriminated from all other things.

Because it forgets our Oneness, it feels separate. It is our public self—who we think others and eventually even we think we should be. Most of the time, when we are in the role of our false self, we feel uncomfortable, numb, empty or in a contrived or contracted state. We do not feel real, complete, whole or sane. At one level or another, we sense that something is wrong, and that something is missing.

Separation, suffering and evil are the absence of realizing Love, and are therefore ultimately illusions. They are also manifestations of our searching for Love, Wholeness, and Home. The evil or darkness is thus ultimately in the service of the Light.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.

I had to let her go. She's not coming back. The distance is too great. The mountain between us is the one mountain I cannot climb.

I had to let her go. She's not coming back. The distance is too great. The mountain between us is the one mountain I cannot climb. I thought you should know.

Sometimes I think that hell is two places: it's a place you end up, but it's also a place that you live before you get there. I don't know if the devil's got horns and a spear for a tail, but I don't think that's the point. The point is that hell is separate from love. If Lucifer knows anything, he knows that. And ever since Emma left, I'd known the same thing. It's a lonely, desolate place.

The point is that hell is separate from love. If Lucifer knows anything, he knows that. And ever since Emma left, I'd known the same thing. It's a lonely, desolate place.

Little did Papa realize that morning that he was never to see us or hold us again, nor would he ever again harken to the meadowlarks of Yell County trilling a joyous anthem to spring.

Having is estranged being.

He'd aged out of his role and into the next one, his life force depleting with every exertion. Wisdom and power leaking from him with each passing day and night. He'd played his role for so long he'd lost himself in it, before some separation that happened gradually over decades and then you waking one day to feel it, some distance that had crept in overnight. Some formal space you could no longer cross.

Olhei para a fotografia da minha filha colada na parte de dentro do para-brisas e pensei na minha família. Há apenas quatro semanas que estava ausente, mas sentia imenso a falta dela e desejei tê-la comigo neste instante. Não podia imaginar como seria uma pessoa ter de se afastar dos filhos para procurar uma vida melhor sem saber se voltaria a vê-los.

All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.

She was crossing the street to come to me when the car hit her. We planned a special date to celebrate our tenth anniversary. We left our eight-year-old daughter Samantha with a babysitter, snuck out in separate cars, parked the cars and walked toward each other on opposite sides of the street. We pretended we were meeting by mistake, as though we'd just glimpsed each other across the street and had to rush together.

When you walked out that door I swore that I didn't care But I lost every thing, darlin', then and there

By the time Cheryl Hersha came to the facility, knowledge of multiple personality was so complete that doctors understood how the mind separated into distinct ego states, each unaware of the other. First, the person traumatized had to be both extremely intelligent and under the age of seven, two conditions not yet understood though remaining consistent as factors. The trauma was almost always of a sexual nature… (p52)

Hard as I fought for it to be otherwise, finally I had to admit it too: without my mother, we weren't what we'd been; we were four people floating separately among the flotsam of our grief, connected by only the thinnest rope.

I clutched its mate to my chest like a baby, though of course it was futile. What is one boot without the other boot? It is nothing.

It was wrong. It was so relentlessly awful that my mother had been taken from me.

But transformation often demands that we separate our emotional responses from our rational minds. Your rational mind knows that men leave their wives for younger women all the time. Your emotional response is you can't believe your father did. Your rational mind knows that it's hard for even strong, ethical people to sustain a long-term monogamy. Your emotional response is you're shocked your own parents failed to do so.

I still can't entirely explain why I needed to leave my ex. I was tortured by this very question for years because I felt like such an ass for breaking his heart and I was so shattered I'd broken my own. I was too young to commit myself to one person. We weren't as compatible as we initially seemed.