Quotes About Distance

Because I distance myself from heaven and then complain that heaven is distant.

You are filled with anguish For the suffering of others. And no one's grief Has ever passed you by. You are relentless Only to yourself, Forever cold and pitiless. But if only you could look upon Your own sadness from a distance, Just once with a loving soul— Oh, how you would pity yourself. How sadly you would weep. —Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna Romanova, poem dedicated to her mother, April 23, 1917

Beauty set up distance between other people and me. It warped their behavior.

My first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face.

all I left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you. And I have to watch you from this distance, watch you achieve your dreams, live what seemed like this perfect life.

But it's a big ocean. It's an even bigger world. And maybe we've gotten as close as we're supposed to get.

Two oceans between us. And still not enough.

A veces el viento te lleva a lugares que no estabas esperando; algunas veces te lleva lejos de esos lugares, también.

Sometimes you don't even need to be in the same room for the damage to be done.

I WANT TO CUT THROUGH THE SPACE THAT SEPERATES US.

But by the way he's looking at everything in the room but me, I think he knows that he didn't really explain why. And by the way I'm looking at everything in the room but him, I know that I don't really need him to.

Quando eravamo soli potevamo parlare per ore o starcene semplicemente a leggere un libro, ciascuno con il proprio ipod, senza per questo sentirci distanti.

Paris is more than three thousand miles away, but the memories... One pops up, I push it away. But then another appears. I never know when one is going to jump out at me. They are buried everywhere, like a land mines.

After a while, I stop and sit down and look out over the water. On the other side is Europe. Somewhere over there is him. And somewhere over there, a different version of me.

We are so close, but he's looking at her, so he doesn't see me at all.

If he had such a strong effect on me over the computer, with all those miles and false identities between us, what is he going to do to me in person?

in the unique case of a country's geographic position, it is difficult to consider this factor as anything other than a cause, unless we assume that in prehistoric times peoples migrated to climates that fit their concepts of power distance, which is rather far-fetched.

it made my little heart go pitter patter that he was racing across an ocean to be by my side. That is until he added, "Don't do anything stupid until I get there.

I like to be admired from afar, and then complimented up close.

do you have to sit so close?" she asked on a ragged breath. "Yes." was his only reply. "want to tell me why?" "no." (Darius replied) "i don't like it." She insisted scooting from him for the second time. He moved closer "want to tell me why?" he parroted. "No" she parroted right back.

And in the span of a single second we were no longer across the hall from each other—

As has been proven time and again, the further the distance between the person doing the work (i.e., the change implementer) and the person deciding to do the work (i.e., the change authorizer), the worse the outcome.

Sympathy would imply I might even try to help them. Pity is much safer. It can be delivered from on high without getting involved. I pity them.

Much of Australia's history had been shaped by the contradiction that it depended intimately and comprehensively on a country which was further away that almost any other in the world. Now the dependence had slackened, the distance had diminished. The Antipodes were drifting, though where they were drifting no one knew.