Quotes About Separation

Science will be completely separated from religion on the day that scientists will invent their own calendar(s).

The fact that you can only find the monuments of Jesus next to the church shows how the state has separated itself from religion.

The side effects of divorce can be seen between the relationship or commitment of the government and its citizens. Which usually leads to the destruction of the nation.

To be great you must divorce yourself from your society and culture.

Monarchist leaders of the Republic fled Paris, and workers and socialists elected the Paris Commune as an independent government. The Communards called for labor reforms, separation of church and state, and free education for all, with emphasis on girls' schools, since women had been so deprived of education.

The constitutional machinery of limited and enumerated powers, separation of powers, and checks and balances all aimed to prevent such an "improper or wicked project," and America's vast size, even in 1787, ensured that a multitude of factions—special interests—would bar any single one from tyrannizing over the others.

we will arrange for 'religion' to become a small subdepartment of ordinary life; it will be quite safe - harmless, in fact - with church life carefully separated off from everything else in the world, whether politics, art, sex, economics, or whatever.

Israel was called to be different, summoned to worship the One God, but Israel had failed drastically and had been exiled to Babylon as a result. A covenantal separation had therefore taken place. Prophet after

expelled from the garden.

Death's the discarder.

Il faut se séparer, il faut se couper non seulement de l'être aimé, mais de tout ce qui a été notre vie jusque-là, notre bien-être, notre chez-soi, notre vie calme et sans histoires. Sans cette coupure radicale, sans cette séparation douloureuse, le nouveau feu ne jaillira pas. Nous resterons près de la terre.

If the alpha tried to separate him from Brenna, he'd have a fight on his hands. A bloody one.

I'm not ready to leave your Seven." Grabbing him by the side of his neck as he had earlier, Raphael hauled him into his arms. "I'm not ready for you to go.

It had never occurred to her that she might adore the adult Clay even more than she had the youth, but there it was. The man her friend had grown into—well, he enchanted her, brooding temper, dark kisses, animal protectiveness, and all. To her delight, the feeling seemed to be mutual. But the separation had scarred them both. What would it do to Clay if this disease succeeded in killing her?

He was me and I was him and we were whole together. Now . . . now I'm in pieces, but Persephone is whole and for her, I'll endure." Miane

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wanting her mind off the one subject that held the potential to destroy the bond between them. If she ran, he hoped she would do as he'd asked and make sure she didn't leave him alive. Because without Sahara, the world would learn what a child became when his trainer wove nightmares into his mind—of knives slicing into flesh, of women begging for their lives—then put the blade into his hand.

When she closed the door, she took the happiness with her.

They were Siamese twins, joined at the groin by a traitorous piece of meat.

Looking back on it, I suspect that we were trying to keep the world of our letters apart from the world in which we lived. Perhaps we had become so accustomed to the magic of words on paper that we were afraid a face-to-face meeting might break the spell.

moments later, but she stayed far away from

It is strange to have this little girl who is my own flesh and blood and yet she seems so separate from me.

Stay outside, looking in. See those two poor people. Sad girl. Sad boy. Sadder than a movie, two people parting. My heart was behind a huge concrete dam with no gates, no opening, not even a hairline crack. On this side those people only look sad. They feel no pain. On this side.

Sometimes I feel like a tree on a hill, at the place where all the wind blows and the hail hits the hardest. All the people I love are down the side aways, sheltered under a great rock, and I am out of the fold, standing alone in the sun and the snow. I feel like I am not part of the rest somehow, although they welcome me and are kind. I see my family as they sit together and it is like they have a certain way between them that is beyond me. I wonder if other folks ever feel included yet alone.