Quotes About Distance

We are oceans apart. My mother had a very difficult life.

These poems have come from a great distance to find you. I think of Malebranche's maxim, "Attentiveness is the natural prayer of the soul.

never before has it been so easy to stay in touch with so many people electronically, but rarely has it seemed so difficult to maintain genuine human closeness.

To express this increasingly complex subject as succinctly as possible, the ancestors of our species developed the brain power to connect with other minds and to conceive unlimited time, distance, and potential outcomes. This infinite reach of imagination, put quite simply, is what made us great.

Just because your voice reaches halfway around the world doesn't mean you're any wiser than when it reached only to the end of the bar.

Love might come suddenly, unsought, from a place not looked for, and stay for a while before departing into the distance, to a place where it cannot be reached.

Anything more than 500 yds from the car just isn't photogenic.

Doubts create the way of distance among friends, lovers, and family, not only that, that can kill the feelings of affection too. Doubts do not happen automatically since the subject of the subject itself is the main reason for that, which is knowingly or unknowingly designed for such a situation. Any subject that makes clear visibility never build doubts and distance between two hearts.

Even though the distance between ages matters; it stays uncrossed; however, only love does not carry distance in its context.

I think being with a person is better than caring about them. I cared about them. I cared about them more than their relatives did, and I didn't care about them at all.

the same kind of answers the stars are always trying to give us, she thought, when we look up and up at them. So high above, speaking in gradual whispers about time, about their own flaming hearts and the endless cold that lies between…

jumped and spun. Ten paces back along the path stood a luminous woman dressed in

I miss you greatly dear. The nicest time of day is when I write to you. You have a stormier time than I do but I miss you as much, I think. . . . Please keep most of your heart in Washington as long as I'm here for most of mine is with you!

As usual it seemed to her that she could enter and leave my life without any worries, as if we were still a single thing and there was no need to ask how are you, how are things, am I disturbing you.

We were supposed to go to the sea and we hadn't gone, I had been punished for nothing. A mysterious inversion of attitudes had occurred: I, despite the rain, would have continued on the road, I felt far from everything and everyone, and distance--I discovered for the first time--extinguished in me every tie and every worry; Lila had abruptly repented of her own plan, she had given up the sea, she had wanted to return to the confines of the neighborhood. I couldn't figure it out.

There were entire libraries separating him and Antonio, but they were similar.

Estrangement and belonging, an effect of distance and closeness at the same time.

If she kept him next to her she was afraid of breaking him, if she pushed him too far away she was afraid of losing him.

Aveva provato la gioia dell'amore per quell'uomo così lontano dalla media – un controllore sui treni ma anche un poeta, un giornalista – e la sua mente fragile non era riuscita a riadattarsi alla normalità grezza della vita senza di lui.

La lontananza mi distingueva dentro ogni legame e ogni preoccupazione

The better and truer you feel, the farther away you go.

S]ince distance imposed the physical impossibility of intervening directly in their lives, satisfying their desires or whims became a mixture of rarefied or irresponsible gestures, every request seemed light, every task that had to do with them an affectionate habit. I felt miraculously unfettered, as if a difficult job, finally brought to completion, no longer weighed me down

When you've finished with a book, it's as if your innermost self has been ransacked, and all you want is to regain distance, return to being whole.

Ivan pushed his paper cup in various directions, as if it were a king under check. He said that in Hungary people were more honest. If they thought you were doing something stupid, they let you know right away. Americans were polite and remote, as if there were bubbles separating everyone. "You can't tell if someone really likes you," he said. "You can't get close. There are all these blocks." "Blocks," I echoed.