Quotes About Separation

I hoped I never saw him again. If I ever had to look at him again, if he looked at me the way he did that day, it would break me.

We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does that mean it was never meant to be in the first place? That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away like that?

It's the good-byes that are hard.

We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does that mean it was never meant to be in the first place? That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away just like that?

I blink. "So you're leaving for good, then?" "Not for good. Just for now.

Time is the longest distance between two places. —TENNESSEE WILLIAMS, The Glass Menagerie

La distancia llegó lentamente, como el agua de mar llenando un bote, sin que ni siquiera nos diéramos cuenta. Antes de que uno lo sepa, se encuentra bajo el agua.

But with me he's been distant. Like even though he's right here next to me, he feels far away. Unreachable.

I'm here to break up.

If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away just like that? I guess the answer is, we weren't.

All I know is that every minute without him feels interminably long, like I'm waiting, just waiting for him to come back to me.

Already our paths are diverging, a little more every day the closer we get to August.

I didn't fully comprehend what a big part of my life he'd become. He'd become so...familiar to me. And now he's just gone. Not gone, still here, just not available to me, which might be even worse.

So you're leaving for good, then?" "Not for good. Just for now.

I didn't fully comprehend what a big part of my life he'd become. He'd become so... familiar to me. And not he's just gone. Not gone, still here, just not available to me, which might be even worse.

I wasn't in Cousins. Conrad and I weren't together, and Susannah was dead.

I wish I could come with you." Kitty pouts. "You're nicer than Lara Jean.

We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does that mean it was never meant to be in the first place? That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away just like that? I guess the answer is, we weren't.

One day in the Little Theater of Hurt Feelings the husband announces that he would like to try a separation. The wife is stunned. He has said nothing to her until now. But the shrink discourages it. "You might as well just get divorced," she says.

The core delusion is that I am here and you are there.

John Donne's 'A Valediction: forbidding mourning' concerns a sea voyage, and uses the image of a circle as an antidote to the abyss of loss and separation. He pictures the invisible but precious bonds which link carer and cared-for, lover and beloved in an attachment relationship as slender threads of gold.

Loneliness is a hell of a drug.

From what I understand of the Christian mythos, Hell, while sometimes described as a lake of fire, isn't really a realm of physical torture. It's simply giving people what they want in life—separation from God. From connection. From purpose. During a normal life span, being free from the constraints of those things can feel good. Liberating. But

But when faced with eternity… Separation from connection is hell. And