Quotes About Distance

It always has to end, doesn't it? We always have to separate.' 'Yes,' I said. He was insistent, 'But it doesn't always have to be that way. We could be together some day for always.' 'Oh, no,' I told him, wondering if he knew it was all over. 'We keep running till we die. We separate, get further apart, till we are dead.

It's like watching paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction - every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and that excitement at about a million miles an hour.

The more hopeless you were, the farther away they hid you.

Let me not be sentimental, let the distance in time give me humor and irony and a shrewd, if loving, eye.

We danced about a mile apart the whole time, until during "Auld Lang Syne" he suddenly rested his chin on the top of my head as if he were very tired.

I made a decision about Doreen that night. I decided I would watch her and listen to what she said, but deep down I would have nothing at all to do with her.

The voice came from a cool, rational region far above my head.

Every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and that excitement at about a million miles and hour.

You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns-

You are a dream. I hope I never meet you.

Cuanto más incurable se vuelve, más lejos lo esconden a uno.

I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles, threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three . . . nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as

I made a point of never living in the same house with my mother for more than a week.

I didn't call you I didn't call you at all. Nevertheless, nevertheless You steamed to me over the sea

Entonces Constantino y la intérprete rusa y todo aquel montón de hombres negros y blancos y amarillos discutiendo allá abajo detrás de sus micrófonos rotulados parecieron alejarse en la distancia. Vi sus bocas subir y bajar sin sonido, como si estuvieran sentados en la cubierta de un buque que partía, dejándome en medio de un enorme silencio.

Love Is a Parallax

Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.

I am too pure for you or anyone.

Durumun ne kadar umutsuzsa, seni o kadar uzaÄŸa saklamaya çal???rlar.

Dusk hoods me in blue now, like a Mary. O colour of distance and forgetfulness!

Bez tej mi?o?ci mo?na ?y?, mie? serce suche jak orzeszek, malutki los naparstkiem pi? z dala od zgryzot i pociesze? (...)

What's the use of asking for an evening paper? You know as well as I do, at this distance from London Nobody's likely to have this evening's paper.

Silence! and preserve respectful distance. For I perceive approaching The Rock. Who will perhaps answer our doubtings. The Rock. The Watcher. The Stranger. He who has seen what has happened And who sees what is to happen. The Witness. The Critic. The Stranger. The God-shaken, in whom is the truth inborn.

Books,' Morgenes said grandly, leaning back on his precarious stool, '--books are magic. That is the simple answer. And books are traps as well.' 'Magic? Traps?' 'Books are a form of magic--' the doctor lifted the volume he had just laid on the stack, '--because they span time and distance more surely by any spell or charm.