Quotes About Separation

Goodbye, my mistress, I whispered. Farewell, my heart.

relinquish him. From then

It was cold and barren. It was no longer the view that I remembered. The sunshine of her presence was far from me. The charm of her voice no longer murmured in my ear.

The sketch of the summer-house which she had given me on the morning of our farewell, and which had never been separated from me since, was the birthday of our first hope.

were we two following our widely parted roads towards one point in the mysterious future, at which we were to meet once more?

Perhaps I have dwelt too long already on the little story of our parting from home? I can only say, in excuse, that my heart is full of it; and what is not in my heart my pen won't write.

Are you free of each other, pretty Mrs. Valeria, by common consent of both parties?

It is plain that she has loved him, throughout the estrangement between them.

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It will be better for both of us Let me go.

Even though it consumes us in its service and overwhelms us with tragedy, even though it breaks us down with separations, let it be first. How can it matter what price we pay for love?

I was aware and increasingly suspicious of the separation between the things i felt and the voice that interpreted those feelings. We really are, as people sometimes glibly say, a mystery to ourselves. we really are

The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.

But this time as soon as he moved she began to fade. He stopped at once, not breathing again, motionless, willing his eyes to see that she had stopped too. But she had not stopped. She was fading, going. Wait, he said, talking as sweet as he had ever heard his voice speak to a woman: Den lemme go wid you, honey. But she was going.

This world is not his world; this life his life.

Then she too seemed to blow out of his life on the long wind like a third scrap of paper.

She and I had survived long separations, and we had never been especially monogamous—she liked to quote Janis Joplin: Honey, get it while you can.

When we lose contact with the beloved one, we lose contact with the whole world.

I'm away for a while. But there's no cash on the premises, no drugs, and the pitbull's tested positive. Twice.

He never saw Molly again.

Caminaron juntos, como dos universos distintos de experiencias y sentimientos, incapaces de comunicarse.

Buttercup's parents did not have exactly what you might call a happy marriage. All they ever dreamed of was leaving each other.

When I left you, he whispered, you were already more beautiful than anything I dared to dream. In our years apart, my imaginings did their best to improve on your perfection. At night, your face was forever behind my eyes. And now I see that that vision who kept me company in my loneliness was a hag compared to the beauty now before me.