Quotes About Distance

Lo más impresionante de aquellos días, y más todavía de aquellas noches, era la soledad, el profundo sentimiento de soledad, de aislamiento, de saberse sin ningún habitante a quién sabe cuántos kilómetros a la redonda;

Bombentrichter und Gräben haben einen engen Horizont. Er reicht nicht weiter als einen Handgranatenwurf.

Dalla cima di una salita si vedono le cose lontane. Non che ci s avvicini al cielo, [...] perchè da qualunque altezza, pure dalla sommità dell'Everest, [...] il cielo resta remoto ed irraggiungibile. Dalla sommità di una salita si sta solo distanti dalla terra, raggiungendo il suo ultimo gradino. [La faccia delle nuvole]

Finland has produced so many brilliant distance runners because back home it costs $2.50 a gallon for gas.

Though far you are near, cheering you on.

Eroticism thrives in the space between the self and the other.

When you're out of sight for as long as I was, there's a funny feeling of betrayal that comes over people when they see you again.

Thirty miles is a long way, even by car, and on foot it's a thousand times more, especially for a dog, whose step is like a quarter of a human's.

Laat die teks koud word. Die ou advies wat Elizabeth aan haar skrywers gee. Laat die teks afkoel, kry afstand, bekyk dit dan weer.

As palavras que te envio são interditas até, meu amor, pelo halo das searas; se alguma regressasse, nem já reconhecia o teu nome nas suas curvas claras.

Yesterday, at the same reading, I suddenly heard a word that sounded like "Papulya". I nearly burst into sobs. Again -- this is not a hallucination because the word was pronounced, the voice was similar, and I did not doubt for an instant that my daughter, who was supposed to be in Tobolsk, was talking to me ...

Io sono abituato a cibarmi di nuvole e lontananza

Sale un' ora d' attesa in cieIo, vacua, dal mare che s'ingrigia. Un albero ill nuvole sull' acqua cresce, poi crolla come di cinigia. Assente, come manem in questa plaga che ti presente e senza te consuma: sei lontana e pero tutto divaga dal suo soleo, dirupa, spare in bruma.

Sale un' ora d' attesa in cielo, vacua, dal mare che s'ingrigia. Un albero ill nuvole sull' acqua cresce, poi crolla come di cinigia. Assente, come manem in questa plaga che ti presente e senza te consuma: sei lontana e pero tutto divaga dal suo soleo, dirupa, spare in bruma.

We are not close," he said, and let the effect linger before he said, "We live five hundred miles apart.

Slight not what's near, while aiming at what's far.

The soul can shrivel from am excess of critical distance, and if I don't want to remain in arid internal exile for the rest of my life, I have to find a way to lose alienation without losing my self. But how does one bend toward another culture without falling over, how does one strike an elastic balance between rigidity and self-effacement?

Two days later, Sandra achingly wrote to her son Jay from Washington:

Love, like poems, knows no boundaries. Religions, race, distance not even age can restrict someone from falling in love.

After my mother and father separated when I was 5, my mother moved to Washington, D.C., and my father remained in North Carolina. Later, I moved to New York and would often drive down to D.C. to see her. We'd ride around together talking and listening to music.

Love as intense as ice, love as remote as blackness.

I remember being in China and realising how irrelevant not even Britain is, but also Europe. We're just another remote country that hardly impinges on some places at all.

I'm most fascinated by remote places and lonely islands, which are also the hardest places to reach.

I pride myself on having a journalistic remove.