Quotes About Separation

The next year had seen them drop into the crazy-obsessive love spiral in which they'd break up and then not be able to stay away from each other, until one time she was able to stay away, and that was all she wrote.

But from special it's not very far to Alone.

With words and tears she has amputated something form me. I gave her the intimate importance of me, and her bus pulled away, leaving something key of mine inside her like the weapon of a bee. All I want to do now is drive very away, to bleed.

With words and tears, she has amputated something from me. I gave her the intimate importance of me, and her bus pulled away, leaving something key of mine inside her like the weapon of a bee. All I want to do now is drive very away, to bleed.

Because we ceased long ago to be enough apart for a love to span any distance.

Jack or Donald marches away to glory with his knapsack on his shoulder, stepping out briskly to the tune of The Girl I left behind me. It is she who remains and suffers,-- and has the leisure to think, and brood and remember.

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Out of my sight! Thou dost infect mine eyes.

Banish'd from [those we love] Is self from self: a deadly banishment!

When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.

I do desire we may be better strangers.

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

It were a grief so brief to part with thee. Farewell.

A thousand times good night. A thousand times the worse, to want thy light. Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

they have seem'd to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embrac'd as it were from the ends of opposed winds.

My lord, I will take my leave of you. Hamlet: You cannot, sir, take from me anything that I will more willingly part withal...

I am gone, though I am here. There is no love in you. Nay, I pray you let me go.

This hand shall never more come near thee with such friendship

Our separation so abides, and flies, That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.

And must we be divided? Must we part? Ay, hand from hand, my love, and heart from heart.

So farewell to the little good you bear me Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!