Quotes About Separation

Get rid of my tomorrow. Return my yesterday and leave us alone together. After you nothing leaves and nothing returns.

From afar, the poems come. I resemble you, yet I do not become you. I become you, yet I do not resemble you.

Take me back to where I was before I met you, then leave

Algebra messed up one of those divisions between things that help you make sense of the world and keep it tidy. Letters make words; figures make numbers. They had no business getting tangled up together.

We are not fighting for integration, nor are we fighting for separation. We are fighting for recognition as human beings. We are fighting for… human rights.

To the former child migrants, who came to Australia from a home far away, led to believe this land would be a new beginning, when only to find it was not a beginning, but an end, an end of innocence - we apologise and we are sorry. To the mothers who lost the maternal right to love and care for their child - we apologise, and we are sorry.

Maman chérie dont je n'imagine pas, dans mon paradis enfantin, qu'on puisse un jour me séparer.

He pulls the hood over my head. I try to pull back. I'm not trying to run away. I just want to see her... One last time...

I can't stop thinking about what might have been… I can't stop imagining the two of us together. My body burns at the thought of it. Sephy and I might've been together for ever." — Callum McGregor

Even if we had gone away together when I wanted us to, we would've been together for a year, maybe two. But sooner or later, other people would've found a way to wedge us apart.

Us noughts and you Crosses.' I shook my head. 'It makes it sound like … like you're in one place and I'm in another, with a huge, great wall between us.

I'm just like a dot separating two sentences swinging between the past and present of my life

Dearest . . . I am writing you once more now, night . . . brings a silence that helps me talk to you, and I wonder . . . could you be remembering too, sad dreams . . . of this strange love affair. My dear . . . although life may never let us meet again, and we—because of fate—must always live apart . . . I swear, this heart of mine will be always yours . . . my thoughts, my whole life, forever yours . . . just as this pain . . . belongs . . . to you . . .

Es curioso que uno no pueda estar sin encariñarse con algo. Es como si la mente segregara sentimiento sin parar... -¿Vos creés? -... lo mismo que el estómago segrega jugo para digerir.

Vad är det som skiljer oss åt? En ocean och två kontinenter eller åtta våningar?

El fin de sus dos viajes sería una terrible desgracia, pues están ustedes muy cerca del final. Cuando se reconozcan, no pasen de largo el uno frente al otro.

Why aren't you together anymore?" "Because we were never really together to begin with. It's a long story.

Britain was evidently divided,

It is seldom indeed that one parts on good terms, because if one were on good terms one would not part.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

She was not yet dead. But I was already alone.

Every person whom we love, indeed to a certain extent every person is to us like Janus, presenting to us the face that we like if that person leaves us, the repellent face if we know him or her to be perpetually at our disposal.

première et légère esquisse du chagrin que cause une séparation et des progrès irréguliers de l'oubli

Then it would begin to seem unintelligible, as the thoughts of a former existence must be to a reincarnate spirit; the subject of my book would separate itself from me, leaving me free to choose whether I would form part of it or no; and at the same time my sight would return and I would be astonished to find myself in a state of darkness, pleasant and restful enough for the eyes, and even more, perhaps, for my mind, to which it appeared incomprehensible, without a cause, a matter dark indeed.