Quotes About Distance

Idealism increases in direct proportion to one's distance from the problem.

my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...

I'm the last person to ask about unrequited love - I've run away to the Moon and fled to its valleys...

I send my words to you over the ether net like a message in a bottle...

you can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands...

And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone.

And as paralyzing and upsetting as all the never agains were, the final leaving felt perfect. Pure. The most distilled possible form of liberation. Everything that mattered except one lousy picture was in the trash, but it felt so great. I started jogging, wanting to put even more distance between myself and school. It is so hard to leave---until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

Eventually I came to understand some of what was at work between my father and Murphy. Unable to meet each other on equal terms, they chose not to meet at all but to orbit around each other like two separate planets of entirely different composition. It was, I realize now, the way my father dealt with just about everyone, including his wife and children.

The nearer to the church, the further from God.

I see you from afar—fragile and shy as a star gleaming through a cloudy rift

Ahora, cuando lo recuerdo, me parece todo muy ridículo y pienso que debería reírme. Pero no lo era. Era un sitio de un dolor indescriptible. Eso es lo que la gente que nunca a estado loca no puede entender. Lo mucho que hiere cada delirio. Lo lejos que parece la realidad del alcance de uno. Es un mundo de desesperación y frustración.

Myth, the smoke of history, is seen to signal new and more relevant meanings when espied from the distance of later millennia.

volander n. the ethereal feeling of looking down at the world through an airplane window, able to catch a glimpse of far-flung places you'd never see in person, free to let your mind wander, trying to imagine what they must feel like down on the ground—the closest you'll ever get to an objective point of view.

Çok olan, uzaÄŸa, çok uzaÄŸa gönderildiÄŸinde daha az gibi görünür.

The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.

Now we already lived in different buildings, and soon we would live even farther away from each other, and she would be married, and I would never wait for her in her bedroom again. How brief and magical it was that we all lived so close to each other and went in and out of each other's rooms, and our most important job was to solve mysteries.

At the same time, it seemed certain to me that someday I would really want to hear his voice and wouldn't be able to, and I would think back to the time that he had invited me to call him, and it would seem as incomprehensible as an invitation to speak to the dead.

Light from even a nearby star was four years old by the time it reached your eyes. Where would I be in four years? Simple: where you are. In four years I'll have reached you.

At the same time, it seemed certain to me that someday I would really want to hear his voice and wouldn't be able to, and I would think back to the time that he had invited me to call him, and it would seem as incomprehensible as an invitation to speak to the dead.

No, we have no rural delivery. It is two miles to the office, but I go whenever I like. It is really the jolliest kind of fun to gallop down. We are sixty miles from the railroad, but when we want anything we send by the mail-carrier for it, only there is nothing to get.

Prof stood apart from his family.

Maybe some people, like art, were better appreciated at a distance.

I try and picture you reading this -- there is a sense that as I write I try and get nearer to you, connect in my mind with you.

You will certainly remember, that the south-west wing is rather distant from that part of the body of the castle where most of the family inhabit. You know too that my rooms open into a long gallery; but you never explored this gallery. My hours with you were rich in pleasure and variety; and I thought not then of the solitary haunts to which I fly, when I seek amusement and find none.