Quotes About Distance

The night is dark, and I am far from home.

'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

We are under the spell always of what is distant from us. It is not in our nature to desire passionately what is near at hand.

What is told in the ear of a man is often heard 100 miles away.

The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds - in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.

God comes at last when we think he is farthest off.

The writer is always to some extent in exile, wherever he is, because he is somehow outside, separated from others; there is always a distance.

Tebe boli moja patnja i daljina, a mene tvoja neizvjesnost, dok sjediš kraj male svjetiljke; veže nas krv i bol i svaki me udarac boli dvostruko, jer pada i po tvom srcu.

I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me." ? J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

She'd hated spending the daylight hours away from him, hated the distance between them, and she wasn't letting it go on anymore on her side.

I learned there [in Mostar] that the distance between civilization and savagery is exceedingly small and this has scared me ever since.

So when it came to a female of worth like Ehlena, he was always going to be on the far side of the glass, nose pressed up hard, palms spread with need, never getting close enough to tough. It was only fair to her.

He needed to call Eve. He looked across the field, across the silvered mists and gentle rise of aching green. Rather than pull out his pocket-link he continued to toy with the button. He didn't want to call her. He wanted to touch her. To hold her, just hold her and anchor himself again. Why did I come without you? he murmured, when I need you so bloody much?

Roarke bulled his way through Central as he'd bulled his way through downtown traffic, carving away the distance to Eve with single-minded focus. He didn't think his heart had beat since Eve's face blinked off his 'link screen.

She had to hoof it two

People like murder, Peabody. They jive on it when it's got at least one of those degrees of separation. Reading about it, watching vids about it, turning on the evening news to hear about it. As long as it isn't too close.

And anyway, I suspect he secretly liked it when a woman was cold and distant

Jokes, secrets, complicities; a glance here, a word there: that is their way of being together, of being apart.

And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was... I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.

Uh-huh, right. Let me count all the ways you and I aren't going there.

but her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.

When she didn't say anything more, he frowned, thinking this was the pair of them in a nutshell: Standing three feet away from each other and being separated by miles.

Beth's not on that train? Nope. She's not even in that station, that town, or that part of whatever country your metaphor lives in.