Quotes About Separation

Tant que j'étais là-bas, je me sentais incapable de partir. Maintenant que je suis loin, je me sens totalement incapable de revenir. Je suis comme le rescapé d'un naufrage. J'avais du mal à sauter du navire qui prenait l'eau, mais maintenant que je n'y suis plus, il ne me viendrait pas à l'esprit de remonter à son bord.

il est des relations d'amour qui fonctionnent ainsi, sur le mode du manque et de l'éloignement. Tant qu'on est ailleurs, on peut maudire la séparation et vivre dans l'idée qu'il suffirait de se rejoindre. Une fois sur place, les yeux se dessillent : la distance préservait encore l'amour, si l'on abolit la distance on prend le risque d'abolir l'amour. »

Il est des relations d'amour qui fonctionnent ainsi, sur le mode du manque et de l'éloignement. Tant qu'on est ailleurs, on peut maudire la séparation et vivre dans l'idée qu'il suffirait de se rejoindre. Une fois sur place, les yeux se dessillent: la distance préservait encore l'amour, si l'on abolit la distance on prend le risque d'abolir l'amour.

Some in the West suggest that Isam needs a separation of mosque and state. However, in the case of Iran at least what is needed is a separation lof religion and business.

The Alexandrian Mystics taught that Jesus' divinity with a capital D and his humanity with a lower case h are always in dynamic tension and can never be separated.

I'm not my brother's keeper" is the lie infecting our streets and our neighborhoods (Genesis 4:9). This lie alienates us from God and one another.

I could feel him through a glass and I was banging on it, screaming at him: Why is there a glass between us? Where did it come from? Take it down! And Brian looked at me with puzzled, irritated concern and said, in effect, What glass? And, Please, please stop complaining about this thing that isn't even there.

He could not wait to get rid of them so he could enjoy remembering them.

They made love until Chris had to leave for the airport, without sleeping at all. After Chris had left, wearing wrinkled jeans and Xander's sweat and seed on his skin, Xander flopped back onto the bed and looked miserably at the clock.

That's where they'd gone right after the train station, where Malcolm (Malcolm!) had poured his bloody heart out and begged Owen not to leave. Bed. There would be time to hammer out the details later

Walking away from you was like walking away from the best part of me. I almost didn't recognize him.Walking away from you was like walking away from the best part of me. I almost didn't recognize him.

Parish told me… he said he would stay with me as long as he possibly could. Until God dragged him away by the heels, kicking and screaming the whole time.

Pulling away felt like ripping my own chest hair out. (Hair. Singular. I didn't delude myself.)

We want you here in thirty years, asshole!" had been Jon's final word on the subject, and Deacon found that he didn't have much fight left in him when it came to being separated from Crick.

What I'm saying," Nate tried once more, "is that there should always be a world in which you and I meet." Walter's shrug would have done an old uncle at temple proud. "We meet, we don't meet—if we don't know each other, it doesn't make a difference." But it does. I was missing you before you were born.

I miss you," he gasped into Kelly's chest. "Oh God. I miss you so much." Kelly moaned—not a sexy moan, a sad one—and they were both crying, kissing, tasting salt and sex on each other's skin as the final, more painful crest hit them both.

Got used to you," he mumbled. "You and me, we lived together. I loved that. It's hard when you're gone." "We still live together," Aiden

I know you're gonna leave me. It's like the night following the day. I can't do much but hold on tight, until you go away. Just don't leave me All alone in an empty room.

When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum....

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against The want of you; Of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

The Taxi When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars And shout into the ridges of the wind. Streets coming fast, One after the other, Wedge you away from me, And the lamps of the city prick my eyes So that I can no longer see your face. Why should I leave you, To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?

There's nothing good about a goodbye. It's a very poorly named ritual. It was a bad-bye... a very bad-bye!

I was gutted to leave my boyfriend at home when I started my tour, but taking my pillow was like taking a little bit of him with me.

Jesus' words, citing Zechariah, do even more. They anticipate a time when all peoples, all nations, can worship in peace, and in love. There is no separation between home and house of worship, because the entire land lives in a sanctified state.