Quotes About Separation

You can miss someone that died, you can miss someone that moved away, but the worst way to miss someone is to see them everyday.

We may not be able to see each other when we want, or talk as often as we like, but the love is always there.

The only difference between missing someone and loneliness is the words themselves.

You can miss someone who died , you can miss someone who moved away, but the worst is when you miss someone you see everyday.

The days feel like years when I'm alone... when you walk away I count the steps that you take, do you see how much I need you right now?

Even the good memories can hurt when you miss someone bad enough.

You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

I miss everything about you...I can't believe that I still want you. After all the things we've been through. I miss everything about you. Without you...

I miss you, like everyday. Wanna be with you, but you're away. Said I miss you, missing you insane. But if I got with you, could it feel the same?

Without the letters of condolence, telegrams of congratulations, and occasional postcards, the friendship of a separated friend is not a social reality. It has no existence without the rites of friendship. Social rituals create a reality which would be nothing without them. It is not too much to say that ritual is more to society than words are to thought. For it is very possible to know something and then find words for it. But it is impossible to have social relations without symbolic acts.

I know hundreds of miles separate us. I know you have your endless duties here and I have mine in Dalbreck. But we've done the impossible, Lia. If we can find a way to end centuries of animosity between the kingdoms … surely … we can find a way for us.

Rafe pulled against the soldiers who twisted his hands behind his back to chain him, but his eyes never left mine. I looked at him, not a stranger, but not a farmer either. It had been a clever deception from the very beginning. The wind swirled between us, threw mist in our faces. Whispered. In the farthest corner … I will find you. I wiped at my eyes, the real and true blurring. But I knew this much. He came. He was here. And maybe, for now, that was all the truth I needed.

I love you," I cried, even as I choked on water. If there were to be last words he heard from me, I wanted it to be those. And then I felt us sliding, tumbling, the world turning upside down, and I lost sight of him, lost sight of everything,

Our fingers unlace so slowly that I am certain some part of me has been left behind on her fingertips.

What good would one last good-bye do? Wouldn't it just prolong the pain?

except for the muffled strum of her fingers against metal, the house is still, quiet, but then she hears another sound, this one coming from deep within. a numbing furrow slides through her soul, sliding into her brain, a furrow that seperates one part of her heart from the other. and then it goes quiet agani.

What's your name?" I asked as he mounted his horse. "You are nothing!" he answered, as if he'd heard a different question from my lips. He settled into his saddle, then reluctantly looked my way again. "Jafir de Aldrid," he answered. "And I am --" "I know who you are. "You're Morrighan." He galloped off. It was another four years before I saw him again, and the whole of that time, I wondered how he knew my name.

Seated in the embrasure of this window, my lady was separated from Robert Audley by the whole length of the room, and the young man could only catch an occasional glimpse of her fair face, surrounded by its bright aureole of hazy, golden hair.

Simply to live does not justify existence, for life is a mere gesture on the surface of the earth, and death a return to that from which we had never been wholly separated; but oh to leave a trace, no matter how faint, of that brief gesture! For someone, some day, may find it beautiful! —Frank O'Hara1

Grandpapa doesn't want to lose Nelly," Eliza said. "Grandpapa is only aware of the trail of belongings Nelly has lost on this trip and thinks she had better wait before she loses her heart, too," he retorted.

He were to take back His Spirit and withdraw His breath, all humanity would turn to dust (Job 34:14)! He doesn't, because of the extravagant and passionate love He has for His creation; and nothing, not all powers of heaven or hell, can ever separate the love of the Father from the children He created (Romans 8:38–39).

Divorce is the psychological equivalent of a triple coronary bypass.

One does not know what Lady Emily's advice was about falling in love but later Krishna expressed surprise when she told him she was jealous. He was becoming reconciled to being without her. '...it is the question of the sun & the moon—never can they be together so the less said about it the better', he wrote on April 18. In

escorted her off the train. "We don't know for sure that he