Quotes About Separation

I see his eyes where petals part tired, remote, another coast.

JIM CROW LAWS WERE ENFORCED IN MUCH OF THE AMERICAN SOUTH FROM 1877 TO THE MID-1960S. THESE LOCAL AND STATE LAWS KEPT BLACK PEOPLE AND WHITE PEOPLE SEPARATE.

Puedo ver que las relaciones pasadas dejan un destello a su paso, una estela de luz irregular que no desaparece cuando la gente se separa.

She knew what it was like to miss someone, for she missed Cory so continually and pressingly that the feeling was like its own shattering bass vibrating through her, and he was only 110 miles away at Princeton, not across the world.

After you slept with a woman, she took away with her a small hunk of you. It wasn't bad, as long as the relationship went on. It was something you didn't mind giving up, because it would always be close by. It was only when things ended that you really felt the loss.

The more you were not with a person, the more your lives diverged.

People rarely spoke of a breakup as tragic; instead, breakups were part of life. But when you and the other person broke up, you could look for them everywhere, and maybe you would physically find them, but even if they were the same person, they were not for you; they were not yours. The evaporation of love was like a kind of death.

Something was consuming the girl. I need help. She thought of her in that interview room, slightly breathless and entrancing. Wanting desperately to be told that nothing was her fault, that her body and brain had conspired against her. The feeling she must have, always, of being in between worlds, the worlds separated only by an impenetrable pane of glass.

I picture him always like he's looking at us through glass—windshields, sliding patio doors.

And the family that seemed so perfect began to suffer through small and then large tragedies—a wayward sister gone more wayward, the parents' separation and then divorce, and, most terrible of all, the death of Meg's older brother in a boating accident. There's something so intense about these relationships we have with other families during our formative years, and that's one of the main things I wanted to explore in The End of Everything.

Every day," I tell him, "you will miss me either a little less or a little more. Until one day you will wake up and realize you don't miss me at all, or you will find yourself incapable of living without me.

How are we going to say goodbye?" Will asks in a sleepfurry voice. He means now. I mean forever. "I don't want to." His sleepy smile slaughters me. If I was standing, it would have sent me to my knees.

You know what the best part of the stars is?" "What's that?" "They're the same no matter what sky you're standing under. I mean...yeah, they might move or look like they're in a different place, but they're the same stars." "Yeah? So?" "So even if you're apart from someone you want to be with, you can look up at the stars and know they're looking at the same ones.

I hold on to him longer than is necessary, but then I let him go. Of course I let him go; there's no other choice. He has a life, and so do I. No matter what I want, the sun has come up and the world will not fade away.

I know it makes sense for me and him to just break up now and just live our seperate lives and not have to worry about missing each other all the time. But when I think about that, I get sick. Physically sick. Like I seriously throw up. I need to be with him, even if I can't, like, be with him.

I love when I reach Marcus on the phone and as he says hello, I can hear the music he's listening to in the background. That music is the sound of him without me. How he surrounds himself when I'm not there, which is almost all the time.

Sometimes we miss people, and it's beyond words.

A moss which leaves its ocean becomes pale and dries up and a man which leaves his mother country is a moss which leaves it ocean!

Always do the things fast in your life, because some things are coming from the future towards you; they may separate you forever from doing the things you want to do! Never forget, some things are coming from the future, be fast!

Autumn is an honest month; it does not delude man like spring does! It shows him the dark face of life, the tragedy, the rot, the separation, the sadness!

Everybody lives in this world, except lovers! They live in an isolated small place called 'You and I' planet!

Farewell is a beautiful and a soft word and yet it is a horrible and a heavy thing too!

Farewell is a beautiful and a soft word and yet it is a horrible and a heavy thing!

Religion is not a bridge between God and Man; it is a Great Wall of China between them!