Quotes About Distance

With sufficient distance, even a range of mountains could look flat, the valleys between each peak unseen. In the same manner, lives and deaths, mortality's peaks and valleys, could be levelled.

The separation was an act of will harder to overcome than mere distance.

No matter how erratically something moves, the area accumulated under its speed curve up to time t always equals the total distance it has traveled up to that time.

I want to stress that—only sixty digits. That's the most we would ever need to express one distance in terms of another.

Anywhere is walking distance, if you've got the time.

Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time.

A friend of mine once sent me a post card with a picture of the entire planet Earth taken from space. On the back it said, 'Wish you were here.

Everywhere is within walking distance if you have the time.

I was much too far out all my lifeAnd not waving but drowning.

He knows that something somewhere has to break/He sees the family home now looming in the headlights/The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache/ Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage/on the shore of a dark Scottish lake

Poor Beth, it must have felt like slow and agonising death, keeping his distance from Tartaruchi; this work of art was but a poor substitute.

Despite the intensity of our brief friendship in Sacramante, Liviana Tricante never came to visit me.

He knew he could not get close to Ays, for Ays was the part of himself that was distant. He could only ever be a phantom in Ays's reality, reaching out to touch, to communicate, yet fruitlessly because he was mute and limbless. In some strange way, even though he knew himself to be the author of Ays' life, he was but an observer on the boundary of it; helpless.

If Finnigin was to be Casmeer's peaks, then Ays would be his hollows, and for all Ays' distance, it was easier to be with him than with the flickering presence of the terranaut.

He breathes as I breathe, he thinks as I think, yet we are worlds apart. I cannot know his thoughts, and yet our skins are touching. How strange.

They had become distanced from the object of their journey, caught up in the grinding cruelty of the red world, where nations were oppressed and irreplaceable ancient sites violated and destroyed.

I listened to them being bravely humorous, overtaken by a sense of distance from them, sheer unreality.

Shem shivered in the clammy heat of the city. It felt as if the picture had crossed time as well as distance to reach him.

There was something wrong about seeing her now. It was as if they belonged to different worlds. He wished he could excuse himself.

Seeing Q'orveh had somehow choked the urge for intimacy, with anyone, from my body.

You have my body, you have my heart, you even have my mind, but the spirit's another matter. We're on different levels there." "We don't have to be." "Enough, Tay," Khaster said. "You must leave it. Let's enjoy what time we have together here.

Ewan Famber had simply been a distant, glamorous icon to his daughter and very possibly, Ari reasoned, once she was old enough to consider it, to his wife as well.

Lily had stepped back from him, into Othman's control.

There was something uncomfortably intimate in Hadith's manner, an intimacy I was unfamiliar with.