Quotes About Separation

Ölüm iki ÅŸeyden biridir: ya bir hiçlik, büsbütün ÅŸuursuzluk halidir, yahut da, herkesin dediÄŸi gibi ruhun bu dünyadan ayr?larak baÅŸka bir dünyaya geçmesidir

According to Greek mythology, humans were orginally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them in two seperate beings, condeming them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.

It is only those who practice philosophy in the right way, we say, who always most want to free the soul; and this release and separation of the soul from the body is the preoccupation of the philosophers? So it appears. Therefore, as I said at the beginning, it would be ridiculous for a man to train himself in life to live in a state as close to death as possible, and then to resent it when it comes? Ridiculous, of course.

The not- beautiful is as real as the beautiful, the not-just as the just. And the essence of the not-beautiful is to be separated from and opposed to a certain kind of existence which is termed beautiful. And this opposition and negation is the not-being of which we are in search, and is one kind of being.

Y bien; purificar el alma, ¿no es, como antes decíamos, separarla del cuerpo, y acostumbrarla a encerrarse y recogerse en sí misma, renunciando al comercio con aquel cuanto sea posible, y viviendo, sea en esta vida, sea en la otra, sola y desprendida del cuerpo, como quien se desprende de una cadena?

Pour Aristophane, Éros est le seul dieu qui puisse nous permettre de réaliser ce à quoi tend tout être humain : la réunion avec la moitié de lui-même dont il a été séparé par Zeus.

From this tale, Callicles, which I have heard and believe, I draw the following inferences:—Death, if I am right, is in the first place the separation from one another of two things, soul and body; nothing else.

The union of body and soul,you see,can never be superior to their separation.

According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with 4 arms, 4 legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.

Wo sind die Andere? dove sono gli altri? - Forse trasferiti in altri campi ...? - propongo io Schmulek crolla il capo, si rivolge a Walter: - Er will nix verstayen - non vuole capire

The fissures ran too deep. The haughtiness and hostility were too ingrained. No one had ever run for office on a Jew-and-Gentile reconciliation platform. They hated the ground the other had walked on. Their aims and desires were mutually exclusive. By a country mile.

It's been the toughest week of my life, not touching you. Not talking to you. Waiting to see what you were going to do. He kissed her again, a warm, damp touch of lips, exquisitely controlled. But it doesn't matter whether you stay or go. I'll still need you. So if you want to go off to Boston, Ill wait. Right here, whenever you need me.

There is two feet of space between us, and about a mile of separation.

You were leaving, and you didn't even know if I was okay.

She looked back to see Sam standing there at the edge of the strip of sunlight inside Common Grounds, staring after her with an expression on his face like he'd lost his best- his only friend.

I love you, he said. It came out in a rush, as if he couldn't wait to get it out. I love you and Jesus, you scare me. Having to give you up was the hardest thing I've ever done, Claire; I can't do it again. Please tell me - please tell me that you're coming back for good. Or at least, if you leave, let me go with you. - Shane, Fall of night

Good-bye, Da. Go to hell. I hope I'm not there waiting.

I made the mistake of turning back to look at her one last time before I left the room. It was heartbreaking, really—she just sat there, stunned. She looked like she was waking up in a strange place—only she knew she hadn't gone to sleep yet, and that this was actually life.

Death Cab for Cutie's "Transatlanticism

I'm going to miss you, too," she said. And then she slipped out of the moment, slipped out of the us, by adding, "I'm going to miss everyone.

I don't think we should ever try to meet again; there's such freedom in that. Instead, let our words continue to meet. (See next postcard.)

I haven't been able to reach her. And if I can't reach her, there's no way to keep her from being lost.

Maybe, I thought it's not the distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

The distances between things are vast," he said. "They are vast.