Quotes About Separation

Chippy, pulling his hand from Rilla's. Rilla

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there?

Decency's a dull dog," retorted Aunt Becky. "I parted company with it long ago.

Even Billy Andrews' boy is going—and Jane's only son—and Diana's little Jack," said Mrs. Blythe. "Priscilla's son has gone from Japan and Stella's from Vancouver—and both the Rev. Jo's boys. Philippa writes that her boys 'went right away, not being afflicted with her indecision.

No, I don't want you to kiss me--yet. And our first kiss mustn't have the flavour of good-bye. It would be a bad omen. Star o' Morning, I'm sorry you're going. But I'll see you again before long.

Now there was a crack, a kind of canyon, between the Woodrow Call sitting with Teresa on the train and the Woodrow Call who had made the campfire that morning and saddled his horse. The crack was permanent, the canyon deep. He could not get across it, back to himself. His last moments as himself had been spent casually—making a campfire, drinking coffee, saddling a horse.

Well, we've never had a divorce in our family, Aurora said, but if we have to have one, Tomas is a good place to start.

There was a period when he wanted to go back, when it would have been nice to sit with Maggie a few minutes and watch her fiddle with her hair. But he chose the river, and his solitude, thinking that in time the feeling would pass, and best so: he would stop thinking about Maggie, she would stop thinking about him... But it didn't pass--all that passed were years.

One minute with him is all I ask; one minute alone with him, while you're runnin' for th' priest an' th' doctor. - Sean O'Casey, The Plow and the Stars

Separar os vivos dos mortos. Separar a fantasia da realidade é coisa que não me interessa muito. Além disso, meus sonhos são fruto desse tempo. Mas o vivo e o morto!

In the dream he was taking off his wedding ring. Look, Hannah, he said. Now you've lost me too.

peor es el chile y el agua lejos! —

Almanzo could only look longingly at the eager three-year-olds. He just touched their velvety noses, and then he went quickly away from them, and put on his barn frock over his good school-clothes.

On the train from Denver to Salt Lake August 25, 1915 Manly Dear, I wish you were here. Half the fun I lose because I am all the time wishing for you.

At the corner he turned, looking back up at her. She put her palm to the glass.

Her heart and breath felt as if they had deserted her, declaring they were off to join the navy and might come back to visit in a few years if she were lucky.

Dear sir: twelve hours is as twelve years to me. I imagine you in your home, smiling, thinking of me. That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you, every moment we're apart.

It´s hard to have you with me but not to be able to take your hand or kiss you -James

I don't know how you say good-bye to whom and what you love. I don't know a painless way to do it, don't know the words to capture a heart so full and a longing so intense.

Maybe it's true that shared trauma brings people closer together-a common hardship, a battle to survive-because when times are quiet people relax and go their own separate ways. They're lulled into believing they've got everything under control and don't need what they did before.

There are few things sadder in this life than watching someone walk away after they've left you. Watching the distance between your bodies expand until there's nothing but empty space and silence.

I used to think that only death could take someone away from me, but I have learned so many lesser things could steal someone away. Just as completely; just as forever.

It is vampire trickery, but as Richard said things he truly believed, so I think Anita and I have come to an understanding. We are tired of this, Ulfric. We are tired of you making us the villains. If we are the villains, then let go. If we are not the villains, then hold on, but either way, you know what I must do now. If you do not wish to be part of it, then you must separate from us.' 'Let

Our distance has lived in me like the aftermath of a bad dream-I carry it around, the knowledge that we were once close, that something was lost; it's the lingering sadness of unfinished business. (18)