Quotes About Closeness

I'm very close with Brian Davis, Thomas Hill, and Marty Clark.

He who lives in our mind is near though he may actually be far away; but he who is not in our heart is far though he may really be nearby.

My second husband, Eric Villency, is the father of my beautiful boy Ronan Anthony. Even though we're divorced, I'm still very close with his family.

very close at hand, and at the same

He has decided to be our friend – indeed, the word in Greek can be even stronger, our lover – the one who really embraces us and is as close as we can imagine. Very near the heart of Christian prayer is getting over the idea that God is somewhere a very, very long way off, so that we have to shout very loudly to be heard. On the contrary: God has decided to be an intimate friend and he has decided to make us part of his family, and we always pray on that basis.

Jesus ordenou "amar o próximo". Porque é fácil amar o distante. O próximo é aquele que está no meu caminho, que tem o poder de me dizer não. Mais difícil que amar os doentes, que são carência pura, fraqueza pura, dependência pura, mendicância pura, é amar aqueles que estão ao meu lado e que são tão fortes quanto eu. Reverência pelos que estão ao meu lado.

Sometimes the person you're closest to is the one you understand the least. Sometimes, when you're that close, everything just blurs.

Bu k?z? nedense kendime pek yak?n bulmu?tum, içinden geçenleri söyleyememek, en kuvvetli, en derin, en güzel taraflar?n? müthi? bir k?skançl?k ve itimats?zl?kla saklamak cihetinden onu kendi­me benzetiyordum.

Ben ev halk?na niçin bu yalan? söyledi?ini de?il, bana niçin hakikati söyledi?ini merak ediyor, fakat bundan biraz da gurur duyuyordum: Bir insana ba?kalar?ndan daha yak?n olman?n gururunu.

Now roll onto your side so we can spoon." "Oh, God. Not snuggling!" "Get used to it," said Adam as he pushed me onto my side and pressed his rock-hard body against mine. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. "Relax," he said, his voice sleepy. "You're not lying on a bed of scorpions.

She stubs out her cigarette in the brown glass ashtray, then settles herself against him, ear to his chest. She likes to hear his voice this way, as if it begins not in his throat but in his body, like a hum or a growl, or like a voice speaking from deep underground. Like the blood moving through her own heart: a word, a word, a word.

Being upset is a warmer, close-up feeling, not a chilly distant feeling like laughing at people.

We had been two sides of the same coin, attached by a force stronger than family or friends. We had been one.

Maybe you've had skin next to your skin, but when was the last time you let yourself be touched?

Friends that I value most are people who would essentially use physical violence against me at a time when I seem to be teetering on the edge.

They spent their time doing nothing... they let intimacy fuse them.

It's so easy to be wrong about the things you're close to. I know that now. I learned that then.

For a wild moment he thought of friendship, a closeness better than romance, cleaner and more honest; then it disappeared.

That's the glory of it; thousands of years have passed and yet you can follow Him so close!

You do not want secrets which can be ripped from your heart.

What was it like to be bound in her chains and close to her?

The dead are so close they can hear us, she thought. "Ah, but you see," said the tall white-haired Ryan, as if he'd read her mind, "in New Orleans, we never really leave them out.

We watch And we are always there.

Even if his eyes were dull as though the dazzling colors of my paintings did not matter to him, was he not near at hand?