Quotes About Separation

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As Jay Griffiths observes in her book Wild, René Descartes and the rationalists of the late-seventeenth and eighteenth centuries cultivated "a hatred of 'enthusiasm,' for its emotional, wild surges of knowing were too natural, too bodily, too animal. Rationalism demanded superiority to, and separation from, nature and nature's ways of knowing.

Imagine every hideous and vile deed committed from the beginning of time until Christ's future return—heaped upon the pure and perfect Son of God. Bearing the sin of many, he drank the very cup of wrath he prayed would be taken from him. No other pain can compare to Christ's separation from his Father.

I'm only leaving you for a handful of days, but it feels as though I'll be gone forever—- the way the door closes behind me with such solidity, the way my suitcase carries everything I'd need for an eternity of traveling light. I've left my hotel number on your desk, instructions about the dog and heating dinner. But like the weather front they warn is on its way with its switchblades of wind and ice, our lives have minds of their own.

I can't go to another country, Salva thought. If I do, my family will never find me.

I can't go to another country, Salva thought. If I do, my family will never find me. . . . Marial put his arm around Salva's shoulders. He seemed to know what Salva was thinking, for he said, "It doesn't matter. Don't you know that if we keep walking east, we'll go all the way around the world and come right back here to Sudan? That's when we'll find our families!

She was a child robbed of her beloved sea and shore

I miss you every time that we say goodbye, even though I know I will see you the next day. I miss you when you are across the room, and I can see you. I miss you when you sit beside me and I cannot touch you.

I can't get used to the ease with which one covers the world today. It's no longer an effort--Pole--equator--oceans--continents--it's just a question of which way you point the nose of your plane. The pure joy of flight as an art has given way to the pure efficiency of flight as a science.... Science is insulating man from life -- separating his mind from his senses. The worst of it is that it soon anaesthetizes his senses so that he doesn't know what he's missing.

Because when you get sick, I think that's the hardest part: living in a separate universe from everyone else, like having been exiled to a foreign country.

But since we've been separated, I may most miss coming home to deliver the narrative curiosities of my day, the way a cat might lay mice at your feet: the small, humble offerings that couples proffer after foraging in separate backyards.

But since we've been separated, I may most miss coming home to deliver the narrative curiosities of my day, the way a cat might lay mice at your feet: the small, humble offerings that couples proffer after foraging in separate backyards.

Fraser's widely influential version of a distinction between the politics of recognition and the politics of redistribution, first articulated in Justice Interruptus (1997), very carefully notes that these are analytical distinctions, and not a real world separation between intertwined political histories.

Please don't. We're an ocean apart in who we are, how we look at life, as well as in our hopes and dreams for the future.

sewn together but always falling apart.

She would come out of the other side of her separation from Michael cleansed of the shittiness of men and of the ways in which she behaved when she was around them.

You know that's it now, don't you? You know you can't be Noah's mother any more. Not now. No court in the world would let a person like you raise a child. No court in the world. I'm going now, Tallulah. I'm going back to the house and I'm taking Noah, and you will never see him again. Do you hear me? You will never see him again.

know, Dom, but God, it's just I need to be so careful. I need this separation period just to pass really, really quietly with no drama and no … things.' 'I still don't understand why you're not just doing a quickie divorce.

No miles of level desert, no jagged mountain heights, no sea of endless blue Neither words nor tears, nor silent fears will keep me from coming back to you.

whether he stayed or left, whether they walked the same path or not. They could live on opposite sides of the world, and she would still be his.

Bad divorce?" Hardy asked, his gaze falling to my hands. I realized I was clutching my purse in a death grip. "No, the divorce was great," I said. "It was the marriage that sucked.

I feel like I've been shut in a closet, and he's on the other side, and he doesn't have the key to unlock the door.

I loved him so much, loved his fearlessness, his strength, even the ambition that would someday take him away from me.

I had to let go of him. But I knew that as long as I lived, I would feel the phantompain of his absence.