Quotes About Separation

The latter refers to the dragon element only of the pair, when the two are physically separated.

The panic of altruism: sadness rests inside the body, always, nascent like the inflammation of a chronic disease. Therefore, empathy is not a reaching outward. It is a loop. Because there isn't any separation any more between what you are and what you see.

Because identifying so completely with someone else can only happen by abandoning yourself, ... panics and retreats abruptly from these connections. Connect and cut.

Who said that time heals all wounds? It would be better to say that time heals everything - except wounds. With time, the hurt of separation loses its real limits. With time, the desired body will soon disappear, and if the desiring body has already ceased to exist for the other, then what remains is a wound, disembodied.

Frau Lennartz gab Fritz eine Handvoll Scheine, und Fritz wandte sich zum Gehen. Seine Mutter strich ihm die Haare aus der Stirn, ehe sie ihn entließ. Lela gab sich alle Mühe, dass auch ihre Haare so ins Gesicht hingen, und wartete, ob dann Frau Inge, wie sie sie hatte nennen hören, auch ihr die Haare aus der Stirn streichen würde.

The train braked. Five-minute stop. The man got off. All very ordinary, of course. But still. Flore came back, passed by me. She touched my arm, returned to her seat. I could have ripped my arm off. You don't need two arms. One good arm, fine, and the other one, the one she'd just touched, in formaldehyde. On the mantelpiece. In my big apartment. When she leaves me.

How strange, I think—that I am in a place my parents have never been and will never see. How strange that I am here and they are gone.

My hands are clammy. It's a terrible kind of anticipation, not knowing what we're walking into. The last time I felt this way I was in the waiting rooms at Ellis Island. We were tired, and Mam wasn't well, and we didn't know where we were going or what kind of life we would have. But now I can see all I took for granted: I had a family. I believed that whatever happened, we'd be together. A policeman blows a whistle

I'll find a way. There must be a way. And I'll take my children from you. The man who loves children! You can have your own. That's all you really care about

In the property division splitting couples go through, the allocation of friends must surely be the most painful.

Only so much truth can exist between two people until it becomes too much, and then they can't bear to be around each other.

Here's the thing: we're all as thin as paper. Like those paper people you used to find in old children's magazines, inhabiting a two-page spread with other paper people, all of them hanging out somewhere together-at the park, at church, at school, at the mall, on the family room-until some kid took a pair of scissors to the dotted lines surrounding them and cut them out of their paper world. That's us, that's anyone. That was me. A cut-out paper person removed from the world I once belonged to.

They embraced and parted. They never saw each other again.

That was when he'd fully understood that neither of them had every understood the other. A marriage couldn't survive that sort of epiphany, and their had been over just a few weeks later.

For me, my business is my business and my house is my house. I don't want the public in my house.

she said she would not sign any deposition containing the word "amorous" instead of "advances". For her the difference was of crucial significance, and one of the reasons she had separated from her husband was that he had never been amorous but had consistently made advances.

You will come back to us?' 'Yes, I will come back. I belong to Ingo now.

I am not yet sure that I can live without her

For you where never my blood sister so no more shall I call you little sister

We were opposites in every way until we grew up, left home, and discovered we were more alike than we'd thought. Sisters only get to be opposites within the family; separated by the world, they become practically identical.

Zosia, with the long arm of their mother, lobbing Mom across the ocean.

the period from the Meiji Restoration of 1868 to the creation in 1900 of a branch of government solely dedicated to shrine administration. In 1868, Shinto finally achieved independence from Buddhism through a government-mandated separation of shrines from temples, and the Jingikan was briefly reinstated. It was downgraded and then abolished, however, as provisions were made for the emperor to begin performing rites based on ancient jingi in the new palace in the capital Tokyo.

The good thing about books is that they remain themselves. What happens in their pages stays there. Harriet does not like the idea of the story bleeding through into real life. She trusts a story, and doesn't trust real life. But what makes her trust a story is the knowledge that it will stay where it is, that she can visit it but that there is no chance it will visit her.

There is a kind of coldness that allows interrogators to put cloth over the mouths of men and pour water into their lungs, and lets them believe this is not torture. What you do to your heart. You stand apart from yourself, as if your souls could be a migrant beast too, standing some way away from the horror, and looking fixedly at the sky.