Quotes About Separation

I make believe all my dear ones are not gone, just out of my line of sight beyond some curtain or cluster of people, or tree

The primary rule is always that a mother can't go wrong, ever, by encouraging her child after age one and a half to be as individuated and separated as possible. If she was not as good a mother before as she would like to have been, she must get over her guilty desires to overcompensate, and place herself on the side of the child's developing

Love is not an indivisible emotion," says psychoanalyst Richard Robertiello. "Our job as adults is to separate out the elements in this big package we got from mother which she called love, and to take in what she did give us, and to look in the real world for those other aspects we did not get from her.

Y nos meceremos una y otra vez, adelante y atrás, y te acuerdas de cuando éramos crías y le estábamos cuidando la casa a tus profesoras y resultó que eran lesbianas, y lo tensas que estábamos porque sabíamos que tendríamos que pasar los siguientes cuatro años en universidades distintas, empezando por aquel mismo verano, porque yo me iba a un estúpido campamento…

Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can't understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins?

Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can't understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins? I think it was Sunday when that feeling began.

Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can't understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins?

I think one reason why we didn't move away from each other was because if we had, that would have been an acknowledgment that we were touching in the first place.

But I cannot leave you, Edith. In fact, I find myself thinking of you at the most inopportune moments of the day. I feel as if a link, a thread, exists between your heart and mine. And that, should that link be broken by distance or time... well, I fear my heart would cease to beat and die. And you'd soon forget about me." Edith found breath to speak. "Never. I would never forget you.

There is a moment after death when things can go one of several ways, when souls can mingle and reunite-or be forever parted. Fate throws the bones, and hearts are mended, or shattered. What tips the balance in one's favor? Is it Mercy, or Grace, or Justice-the names of the three brightest angels? Or is it Love, the name of the One True Being?

Parce que très certainement nous avons toujours connu ce sentiment auquel nous avons donné le nom d'exil. Le sentiment d'être dedans/dehors, d'appartenir sans appartenir.

It is only occasionally shaken up, as when the Occupy Wall Street movement of recent years shone an embarrassing light on the financial sector and the grotesque separation between the 1 percent and the 99 percent. And then the media giants find new crises and the nation's inherited disregard for class reboots, as the subject recedes into the background again. An

I love children, especially when they cry, for then someone takes them away.

Grinning with delight even as my heart ached—a familiar bittersweet feeling, that of enjoying affection from afar—I watched until they all went inside, the cab and the barouche drove away, and it became apparent that the moment of drama was over.

You're so unfair, Michiru…To leave into your own world…Don't leave me alone…-Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus

In the beginning, therefore, the most important work is of separation. It is of pulling apart the tangled threads. It is of saying "This shall be separate from that. This shall be water, this shall be sky, and this shall be the line between them, the horizon." It is of setting a line between them.

We did not go out of each other's lives in a blaze of anger. We simply fell out of the habit of speaking. We lost our common language and so lost everything. There was nothing for us to say.

What did he do to make you leave?" she asks. "If you don't mind me prying." "He married me," I say softly.

A ewe usually is a good mother, but she will turn bad if for some reason she is separated from her lamb shortly after birth. Then she is likely to reject the lamb, refusing to nurse it. Sheep farmers have a way of persuading her otherwise. They stimulate her vagina with a kind of sheep dildo. The tickling releases a stream of oxytocin in her brain, and she then takes the lamb to udder. An oxytocin pump in her spinal cord will have the same maternogenic impact.

Write about "leaving." Approach it any way you want. Write about your divorce, leaving the house this morning, or a friend dying.

As many of you know I travel a good bit and do not get to see my friends and family as much as I would like.

There is a separation between parents and children that shouldn't be breached when the children are young. The parents' adult follies are private. They're disturbing and hard to understand. But eventually the kids wise up, the follies start leaking out, and the parents are revealed in all their flawed humanity. Dad and I were about to cross that boundary for good.

Laura, this isn't love. Love lets you go on a trip without following you. Love can live without you for a week, knowing you'll come back.' 'No, it can't.' The afternoon shadows grew long and cold. In spite of the chill, a heat rose up inside her and flooded her face. 'That's how you know it's true love. When he can't live without you.' Karen shook her head. 'That's how you know it's obsession. Or something else.

The fact that [Jin] didn't know her mother was simply that, another fact. Her mother leaving her was like the breath that singers take at the beginning of a song. Just a thing that happened before her real life began.