Quotes About Separation

She missed his voice, the music he played on his guitar, the sound of his laughter. And sex. yes, she missed that, too. Having the evenings and weekends free to whatever she wanted--something she had once cherished about being single--wasn't nearly as satisfying as doing those things with Javier. But that's what it meant to love a military man.

He wanted to tell her that if it were simply a matter of crossing the river Styx and trading places with Beau, he'd be gone in a heartbeat.

a minimum, the toys are put away at night. Parents see doing this as a healthy separation and a chance to clear their minds when the kids go to bed. Samia, my neighbor who during the day is the extremely doting mother of a two-year-old, tells me that when her daughter goes to bed, "I don't want to see any toys. . . . Her universe is in her room.

Çokluk nosyonu ile liberal düÅŸünce aras?nda bir ortakl?k var gibi görünür, çünkü bireyliÄŸe deÄŸer verir, ama ayn? zamanda da kendini ondan radikal bir ÅŸekilde ay?r?r, çünkü bu bireylik evrenselden, türselden, birey-öncesinden kaynaklanan bir bireyleÅŸme sürecinin nihai ürünüdür.

I hold that religion and faith are two different things.

Therefore, you, as human personalities, see yourselves separated from who you really are. It is the clothes you have donned in each incarnation to impersonate who you are.

If, however, we take the story as a metaphor for the journey of the writer/artist, perhaps it is telling us that a time comes when we must take what we have learned, but go on without our parents, our teachers, our mentors, those who first showed us the way. We must go beyond at least some of our companions. And that necessary individuation—that breaking free—is sometimes very hard, sometimes even psychologically violent.

he was no more mine than the trees were mine. No more mine than the sun. And with this realization I knew that I could never be separate from her, any more than I could ever be separate from the trees or from the sun.

I sing the songs I sang to you every night. I sing them so I will remember you, hoping that you will remember me too, even though I am here, and you are there.

But for me, it feels like nighttime even in the brightest sun without my friend.

I spent the months with Houston regretting leaving you. When I heard you were no longer with my grandfather, I thought I had lost you. I don't ever wish to live through that time again." Perhaps

It seems as though the only things causing pain around here are these ridiculous walls we keep building.

Your feelings and emotions have the ability to overpower you and completely color your thinking. But that's confusing feelings for facts. They are entirely separate things. Reality is in fact neutral.

It seems at times that strife can no more be separated from monotheism than stripes from a tiger.

I don't love you anymore. Goodbye.

Une petite fille rentre de la plage, au crépuscule, avec sa mère. Elle pleure pour rien, parce qu'elle aurait voulu continuer de jouer. Elle s'eloigne. Elle a déjà tourné le coin de rue, et nos vies ne sont-elles pas aussi rapides à se dissiper dans le soir que ce chagrin d'enfant?

comme si l'hiver de cette année-là séparait les gens les uns des autres, brouillait et effaçait leurs itinéraires, au point de jeter un doute sur leur existence. Et il n'y a aucun recours. Ceux-là même qui sont chargés de vous chercher et de vous retrouver établissent des fiches pour mieux vous faire disparaître ensuite – définitivement.

And a part of you wished it would just end, said the monster, even if it meant losing her.

Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.

He knew it would come, and soon, maybe even this 12:07. The moment she would slip from his grasp, no matter how tightly he held on.

I remember the ache I used to feel when she got too close, how it felt like grief, how it felt like a loss, like I was falling, falling into nothing, how it clenched me up and made me want to weep, made me actually weep.

I don't want you to go," he said, the tears dropping from his eyes, slowly at first, then spilling like a river. "I know, my love," his mother said in her heavy voice. "I know.

Sintiéndolo mucho, tendrás que venir. Sé que ella intenta protegerte, pero debes saber que cuando todo esto haya acabado, tendrás un hogar, muchachito. Con alguien que te querrá y cuidará de ti.

Drew missed Peter when he left, but it was like missing a hole.