Quotes About Distance

One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star.

What would be the good of being a marksman, when you cannot see the end of your own rifle, let alone the man you are firing at?

there is no good in knowing people when you are going right away from them in a short time, and may never meet them again.

For instance, the development of the power of my thoughts had been brought to such a level that by only a few hours of self-preparation I could from a distance of tens of miles kill a yak; or, in twenty-four hours, could accumulate life forces of such compactness that I could in five minutes put to sleep an elephant.

Dar Óma I was a beggar You threw me a smile I ran off delirious into the distance later, tired hungry I sat down now people toss me coins I throw them back at them all I ever wanted was Your smile

gli sorrise d'un sorriso cosí tenue, direi quasi cosí immateriale, che non parve espresso da un moto delle labbra, sí bene da una irradiazione dell'anima per le labbra, mentre gli occhi rimanevan tristi pur sempre, e come smarriti nella lontananza d'un sogno interiore. Eran veramente gli occhi della Notte, cosí inviluppati d'ombra, quali per una Allegoria avrebbeli forse imaginati il Vinci dopo aver veduta in Milano Lucrezia Crivelli.

There are many challenges to long distance running, but one of the greatest is the question of where to put on's house keys.

he was a boy, and also a windowless and doorless tower. She had never found his entrances. She had never kissed him except on the cheek or the forehead. She had, in fourteen years, only intentionally touched him a handful of times, and he had always seemed uncomfortable when she did. And in the end, she had decided she preferred being his creative partner to being his lover.

There are many challenges to long-distance running, but one of the greatest is the question of where to put one's house keys.

Los Angeles, especially when taken from a distance, was not a beautiful city, but she could will herself to be beautiful, if only for two weeks.

A.J. finds that he cannot make eye contact with either his daughter or Lambiase. It is twenty-nine degrees, but shame is keeping him warm.

I don't think she wants me to visit her." "It doesn't take long to get to Boston anymore," Dong Hyun said. "It takes about six hours by plane. Same amount of time as it's always taken." "Faster than getting from Venice to Echo Park in traffic," Dong Hyun said.

YOU CAN KIND of see them if you get on your tippy toes and look over the fence," A.J. says. "There, in the distance!" They had left Alice at seven that morning, taken the ferry to Hyannis, then driven two hours to Portsmouth only to discover that the Green Animals Topiary Garden is closed from November through May. A.J. finds that he cannot make eye contact with either his daughter or Lambiase. It is twenty-nine degrees, but shame is keeping him warm.

Dallas–Fort Worth airport to Grapevine, Texas

Love stories are written in millimeters and milliseconds with a fast, dull pencil whose marks you can barely see, they are written in miles and eons with a chisel on the side of a mountiantop

for the first time, in this unforeseen way, with half a house between them, the frigid star of the demimonde finally allowed a man to touch her.

It's taken years for me to understand that dying doesn't end the story; it transforms it. Edits, rewrites, the blur, aand epiphany of one-way dialogue. Most of us wander in and out of one another's lives until not death, but distance, does us part-- time and space and heart's weariness are the blander executioners or human connection.

Most of us wander in and out of one another's lives until not death, but distance does us part--time and space and the heart's weariness are the blander executioners of human connection.

IT'S TAKEN YEARS FOR ME TO UNDERSTAND THAT dying doesn't end the story; it transforms it. Edits, rewrites, the blur and epiphany of one-way dialogue. Most of us wander in and out of one another's lives until not death, but distance, does us part—time and space and the heart's weariness are the blander executioners of human connection.

maybe it seemed like Sam ran so far because I had run the opposite direction.

Everything seems simpler from a distance.

I've tried to talk to her a couple of times, but she avoids me.

You could see a long way, but not half as far as Roger had gone.

Can you find light by analyzing darkness, as the psychotherapist does, or like the theologian, by acknowledging darkness in yourself and looking for a distant light to remove it, while emphasizing the distance?