Quotes About Distance

In this sunshine," wrote Max Plowman in his memoir of the war, "it seems impossible to believe that at any minute we in this trench, and they in that, may be blown to bits by shells fired from guns at invisible distances by hearty fellows who would be quite ready to stand you a drink if you met them face to face.

That was one of the bad things about being able to read: people could nag you from a great distance.

Britannia's big enough to count, but remote enough not to matter.

All my life I have generally avoided my neighbors. If I happen to encounter one of them I immediately move somewhere else.

Bu hareketsizli?in,korkuya dayanan bu tereddüdün daha zararl? oldu?unu,insan münasebetlerinde bir noktada ta? kesilmi? gibi kal?namayaca??n?,ileriye at?lmayan her ad?m?n insan? geriye götürdü?ünü ve yakla?t?rmayan anlar?n muhakkak uzakla?t?rd???n? seziyor..

Anlars?n niçin uzak yerlere bakt???m?. ?çinde ya?anmaz bir dünyada ya??yorum.

Bir kad?n?n bize her ?eyini verdi?ini zannetti?imiz anda onun hakikatte bize hiçbir ?ey vermi? olmad???n? görmek, bize en yak?n oldu?unu sand???m?z s?rada bizden, bütün mesafelerin ötesindeymi? kadar uzak bulundu?unu kabule mecbur olmak ac? bir ?ey.

Ey sevgilim, bilirsin benim ne çekti?imi Garip ba??m?n derdi bir yürek ta??yorum. Anlars?n niçin uzak yerlere bakt???m? ?çinde ya?anmaz bir dünyada ya??yorum. Görünce gülme sak?n ç?rp?n?p akt???m? Il?k ve ayd?nl?k bir denize ko?uyorum.

Whereas I had kept my distance from others all my life. I had not bothered them, and they had not bothered me, and so I harboured no anger. It was only my loneliness that ate at me, and it was this same loneliness that led me to betray myself in myriad ways.

Hayat, birbirinden ay?rd?klar?n?, k?sa bir müddet için tekrar yakla?t?r?r gibi olsa bile, uzun zaman yan yana b?rakm?yordu. Geçen günleri bir daha geri getirmek mümkün de?ildi ve sadece hat?ralar, iki insan? birbirine ba?layacak kadar kuvvetli de?ildi.

En las relaciones no es posible quedarse petrificado en un punto concreto, porque cada paso que no se da es un paso atrás, y los instantes que no acercan a dos personas las alejan.

Time is more important to me then distance

Sometimes a fruit falls from a tree and rolls so far away from its roots that it's no longer of the tree. The hard fall, and long journey, bruises the fruit so much that it totally changes it. Its the same way for some of our people. This is why some cant be awakened regardless of how much truth you present to them. This journey has totally brainwashed them to such a degree that they're no longer of the original tree.

Même si aujourd'hui je vis sans elle, je ne suis plus jamais seul, puisqu'elle existe quelque part. (Even if I do't have her now, I'll never be alone again, because she exists somewhere)

How we think about God matters. It affects the credibility of religion in general and of Christianity in particular. Our concept of God can make God seem real or unreal, just as it can also make God seem remote or near.

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived, and it's noon with its merciless light, and every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands clear.

Cleverness is a quality a man likes to have in his wife as long as she is some distance away from him. Up close, he'll take kindness any day of the week, if there's nothing more alluring to be had.

We want to get there faster. Get where? Wherever we are not. But a human soul can only go as fast as a man can walk, they used to say. In that case, where are all the souls? Left behind. They wander here and there, slowly, dim lights flickering in the marshes at night, looking for us. But they're not nearly fast enough, not for us, we're way ahead of them, they'll never catch up. That's why we can go so fast: our souls don't weigh us down.

The best way of being kind to bears is not to be very close to them.

But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away.

Now she imagines him dreaming. She imagines him dreaming of her, as she is dreaming of him. Through a sky the color of wet slate they fly towards each other on dark invisible wings.

Forced to chose between one irascible tyrant and another, Laura had chosen the one which was greater, and also further away.

They seem close, the stars, but they're far away. Their light is millions, billions of years out of date. Messages with no sender.

He loved her; in some ways he was devoted to her. But he couldn't reach her, and it was the same on her side. It was as if they'd drunk some fatal potion that would keep them forever apart, even though they lived in the same house, ate at the same table, slept in the same bed.