Quotes About Distance

The third dance is Freeze and Flee, or as we sometimes call it in EFT, Withdraw-Withdraw. This usually happens after the Protest Polka has been going on for a while in a relationship, when dancers feel so hopeless that they begin to give up and put their own emotions and needs in the deep freeze, leaving only numbness and distance.

When they felt secure with their lover, they could reach out and connect easily; when they felt insecure, they either became anxious, angry, and controlling, or they avoided contact altogether and stayed distant

I looked at him. I'd held the world too close and it had slipped from my arms.

When we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away...

Sun Tzu said: We may distinguish six kinds of terrain, to wit: (1) Accessible ground; (2) Entangling ground;               (3) Temporizing ground;               (4) Narrow passes; (5) Precipitous heights; (6) Positions at a great distance from the enemy.

If you are near the enemy, make him believe you are far from him. If you are far from the enemy, make him believe you are now

In the distance we could hear one of the dogs barking at a fish, and the high whine and low rumble of the glacier, and way off, the sound of our mother calling.

Sometimes it's safer to cry about people you don't know than to think about people you really love.

It was the past, the uncomplicated past seen far away at the end of the golden corridor of nostalgia

A photograph is both a pseudo-presence and a token of absence. Like a wood fire in a room, photographs—especially those of people, of distant landscapes and faraway cities, of the vanished past—are incitements to reverie. The sense of the unattainable that can be evoked by photographs feeds directly into the erotic feelings of those for whom desirability is enhanced by distance.

Somewhere, some place inside myself, I am detached. I have always been detached (in part). Always.

Everyone else not real-very distant, small figures. I would have to swim a thousand miles to reach the margin of the relationship, on the other side of which might lie other people, and it was too far, I was too tired. The almost infinitely extending network of that relationship; its dense weave That's what held me-

In fact, there are many uses of the innumerable opportunities a modern life supplies for regarding - at a distance, through the medium of photography - other people's pain.

It is felt that there is something morally wrong with the abstract of reality offered by photography; that one has no right to experience the suffering of others at a distance, denuded of its raw power; that we pay too high a human (or moral) price for those hitherto admired qualities of vision - the standing back from the aggressiveness of the world which frees us for observation and for elective attention.

Walking onto his terrace those first months to see in the distance the well-behaved mountain sitting under the sun might provoke a reverie about the calm that follows catastrophe.

Being a spectator of calamities taking place in another country is a quintessential modern experience

And it is in this gap between resemblance and identity that nostalgic desire arises. The nostalgic is enamored of distance, not of the referent itself. Nostalgia cannot be sustained without loss.

I leaned out the window to feel the night's deep blue, the same dark air that surrounded him in Genoa or Paris or wherever he was. I would give a great deal to know what he was thinking right at this moment. If a person could know for certain what the other person was thinking or doing, then loneliness might cease to exist in the world.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything. ?Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

The nearest inhabited village is about seven of your English miles to the left.

There was no room in his life for Marta, and none in her life for him; but it was a pity, all the same.

A muscle moved in Tucker's jaw. He said, "You mean you want berating space. I breath better when you are close by.

They lived seven hundred miles - and a couple universes - apart.