Quotes About Separation

My government has promised to comprehensively respect the independence of the judiciary.

Now, dearest comrade, lift me to your face, We must separate awhileHere! take from my lips this kiss. Whoever you are, I give it especially to you; So long!And I hope we shall meet again.

Even though I know how very far apart we are, it helps to think we might be wishing underneath the same bright star.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

It isn't possible to love and to part.

Ever absent, ever near; Still I see thee, still I hear; Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!

I would have gone too but I wanted to come straight back to you.I kept thinking of you, waiting here, all by yourself, not knowing what was going to happen.

I had to kiss Ruthie Henshall once with a cold. It was the final romantic moment in She Loves Me; as we separated, I noticed this arc of glistening mucus threaded between us.

Much of romantic relationships today have to do when the people are not in the same room. Whether it's texting or emailing or Facebooking, there's a kind of distance between the participants.

I think a lot of people are married to people that they're not romantic with anymore. I just didn't ever marry anybody that I then had to get divorced from. We break up. We move on.

They've loved you your whole life and you've been gone for days. I've just loved you for the better part of a week and losing you just 'bout drove me crazy.

They were very sweet words. Words that soothed the gaping hurt in her soul. But the devil was good when it comes to dealing with damaged souls.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

They always say the hottest love has the coldest end.

They each have their own journeys. It's hard to accept, but people leave us along the way. People don't always stay with us until the end of the story.

each have their own journeys. It's hard to except, but people leave us along the way. People don't always stay with us until the end of the story...

People have separated from each other with walls of concrete that blocked the roads to connection and love. and Nature has been defeated in the name of development.

Uniting two halves of one soul is inevitable, but timing depends upon your level of spirituality. When the time is ripe, true soul mates find one another even if they are worlds apart— whether physically, on opposite sides of the globe, or spiritually, with contrasting lifestyles and backgrounds. Here's wishing you the courage to keep growing so that you may know – or continue to know – the blessing of oneness.

So here I am in step with everyone now, and yet I'm still separate from everyone. I am still trembling all over from the agitation I endured, like a bridge after an ancient train has rumbled over it. I am aware of myself. And, of course, the only things that are aware of themselves and conscious of their individuality are irritated eyes, cut fingers, sore teeth. A healthy eye, finger, tooth might as well not even be there. Isn't it clear that individual consciousness is just sickness?

Picture this: a human finger, cut off from its body, its hand...a separate human finger, running hopping along, all hunched over, on a glass sidewalk. I am that finger.

Picture this: a human finger, cut from its body, its hand...a separate human finger, running hopping along, all hunched over, on a glass sidewalk. I am that finger.

but like all mothers whose children are growing up and drifting away from them, she felt an urge to stay in his shack as long as she could, to cling to anything that she could use, when he vanished from her life, to reconstruct a son from memory.

How do I measure Fabienne's presence in my life—by the years we were together, or by the years we have been apart, her shadow elongating as time goes by, always touching me?

Sleep in separate cities. Sleep in separate countries. Sleep on separate planets. Whisper to each other.