Quotes About Separation

When cerebral processes enter into sports, you start screwing up. It's like the Constitution, which says separate church and state. You have to separate mind and body.

Ma forse in ogni caso è difficile rimanere amici per tutta la vita. In realtà, a un certo momento, ognuno di noi cambia, diviene diverso, alcuni vanno avanti, altri rimangono fermi, e insomma ci incamminiamo in direzioni opposte, sicché non c'è più incontro, non c'è più nulla in comune. [Quaderno proibito]

We experience ourselves our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us.

Now he has again preceded me a little in parting from this strange world. This has no importance. For people like us who believe in physics, the separation between past, present and future has only the importance of an admittedly tenacious illusion.

What separates me from most so-called atheists is a feeling of utter humility towards the unattainable secrets of the harmony of the cosmos.

Si l'on est différent, il est fatal qu'on soit seul.

And the present sheared asunder from the past, like an iceberg sheared off from its frozen parent cliffs, and went sailing out to sea in lonely pride. All the past ages had accomplished was as nothing.

Consequently, we find it convenient to be misled by the inadequacies of language and to believe (not always, of course, but just when it suits us) that things, persons and events are as completely distinct and separate one from another as the words, by means of which we think about them.

If one's different, one's bound to be lonely.

man's obsessive consciousness of, and insistence on being, a separate self is the final and most formidable obstacle to the unitive knowledge of God.

Holiness, on the contrary, is the total denial of the separative self, in its creditable no less than its discreditable aspects, and the abandonment of the will to God.

O ser diferente condena a uma fatal solidão.

It seemed that we loved each other better when there were large swaths of two continents between us. The daily work of love was often hard to perform at home.

Because sometimes you have no control over life and it keeps you far away from who you love.

I will never know you, nothing about you, what has died inside you, what has lived invisibly. I am elsewhere now.

Quel che aveva capito, con certezza assoluta, era che vivere senza di lui sarebbe stato, per sempre, la sua occupazione fondamentale, e che da quel momento le cose avrebbero avuto ogni volta un'ombra, per lei, un'ombra in più, perfino nel buio, e forse soprattutto nel buio.

Adesso non le riusciva di tornare indietro da nessuna parte, e nessun cammino pareva possibile d'altronde, senza di lui.

Ako nekog zaista voliš, ali zaista, ne mora da zna?i da je najbolje da s njim živiš.

That, said Isabel, is the most painful feature of lost love. you wonder what the other person is doing. Right at this moment. What is he/she doing?

People talk of the wrench of parting, and that, he felt, was exactly what it was. Take a metal object off a magnet and one would experience that - there was the draw, the tug, the flow of the bond even through the air, and then the sudden detaching as separation occurred. That was what it was like. That was human parting. You felt it; you felt the separation, just as you would feel the rending of tissue being pulled apart.

At the heart of Scots culture, though, was an awful interdiction of such emotional closeness between men and women; a terrible separation inflicted by a distorted football-obsessed emotional tyranny, such a deep injury of the soul.

It was a prolonged, mournful howl, into which Cyril put all the sorrow of the canine condition: a howl that seemed to express deep nostalgia for the woods, for the snowy wastes of his lupine ancestors' ancient homelands, for all the sense of loss and separation that a dog feels when his master, his reason for living, his sun, is no longer there.

There was always injustice in any border, in anything. You drew a line and there was always somebody just on the other side; on one side of an arbitrary line there could be happiness and prosperity, on the other misery. But he did not say this.

That at least was a consolation: separation and loss were something that we all experienced; the pain was shared, and was perhaps easier for that.