Quotes About Distance

Have Tottenham closed the gap on Arsenal? Last time I checked they were still 4 miles and 11 titles away

For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love.

Nothing is as far away as one minute ago.

Every woman is like a time-zone. She is a nocturnal fragment of your journey. She brings you unflaggingly closer to the next night.

Time and space may separate us, but not the thoughts and memories that bind us.

Fiction is a particularly effective way for strangers to connect across time and distance

Sabbath is that uncluttered time and space in which we can distance ourselves from our own activities enough to see what God is doing.

Separation isnt time or distance its the bridge between us finer than silk thread sharper than swords

The longer a line, the more of the time element it contains. Distance is time whereas a surface is apprehended more in terms of the moment.

Time and distance have a way of playing tricks with your best intentions.

You know, now it's sinking in. It's taken me a long time to realize - and it is sinking in - how important this book is. And I have a certain distance now. I've done it such a long time ago.

When you're on a submarine you're usually underwater for months at a time, and you don't get to Skype or make phone calls. When you get messages, they're maybe two sentences. They're very short.

We learned not to meet anymore, We don't raise our eyes to one another, But we ourselves won't guarantee What could happen to us in an hour.

How many times had she heard women in New York - maybe women everywhere, for all she knew - speak lyrically of how they wouldn't see friends for months, perhaps even years, and then it was as though they had never been apart. Picked up where we left off was the common phrase. It was supposed to signal some magical communion, but if you looked it right in the eye, it came down to this: the kinds of people they considered friends they might not even actually see for a long long time.

How many times she had heard women in New York - maybe women everywhere, for all she knew - speak lyrically of how they would't see friends for months, perhaps even years, and then it was as though they had never been apart. Picked up where we left off was the common phrase. It was supposed to signal some magical communion, but if you looked it right in the eye, it came down to this: the kind of people they considered friends they might not even actually see for a long long time.

The cold in her makes cold in me.

But this gives no proper idea of my feelings at all; and no one that has not lived such a retired stationary life as mine, can possibly imagine what they were: hardly even if he has known what it is to awake some morning, and find himself in Port Nelson, in New Zealand, with a world of waters between himself and all that knew him.

I would rather admire you from this distance, fair lady, than be the partner of your home.

Yes Edward Weston, I could indeed be happy in a house full of enemies, if I had but one friend, who truly, deeply, and faithfully loved me and if that friend were you - though we might be far apart... seldom to hear from each other, still more seldom to meet... though toil, and trouble, and vexation might surround me, still... it would be too much happiness for me to dream of!

Abscence makes the heart grow fonder.

It's obvious that I'm a stranger to her; she doesn't even know what I think about the most ordinary things.

It is most comfortable to be invisible, to observe life from a distance, at one with our own intoxicating superior thoughts. But comfort and isolation are not where the surprises are. They are not where hope is.

Now we're like planets, holding to each other from a great distance. [...] Now we're hundreds of miles apart, our short arms keep us lonely, no one hears what's in my head. [...] It's March, even the birds don't know what to do with themselves.

But the bond—the bond of romantic love is something else. It has so little to do with propinquity or habit or space or time or life itself. It leaps across all of them, like a rainbow—or a glance.