Quotes About Distance

When a man is out of sight, it is not too long before he is out of mind.

There is a way of avoiding a person which resembles a search.

And so, being in Heaven, it was easy for him to lose sight of earth.

Marius y Cosette no se hablaban, no se saludaban, no se conocían: se veían y, como los astros en el cielo que están separados por millones de leguas, vivían de mirarse.

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Happiness and despair do not breathe the same air. A man in despair participates in the life of others from a great distance; he is almost unaware of their presence; he has lost any consciousness of his own existence; he is a thing of flesh and blood but feels that he is no longer real; he sees himself only as a dream.

Basta con una sonrisa divisada a lo lejos bajo un sombreo de crespón blanco con velillo trasero lila para que el alma entre en el país de los sueños.

Il y a des gens qui respectent les règles de l'honneur comme on observe les étoiles, de très loin.

This is at the beginning of my book: When a man is out of sight, it is not too long before he is out of mind. Victor Hugo

You can run away from your life and your past, but there's no way to distance yourself from your own heart.

Why was it that pebbles looked like boulders until they were in your rearview mirror?

Angie: "How do I pitch these ideas to her?" Mira: "From a distance, preferably wearing body armor.

She wasn't quite sure how it had happened, or when, but distance seemed to be spreading between them like spilled ink, staining everything.

You can run away from your life and your past, but there's no way to distance yourself from your own heart.

Although she'd been young—only four—Isabelle thought she'd learned what alone meant, but she'd been wrong. In the three years she'd lived at Le Jardin, she'd at least had a sister, even if Vianne was never around. Isabelle remembered peering down from the upstairs window, watching Vianne and her friends from a distance, praying to be remembered, to be invited, and then when

She'd heard it from him all her life; just once she wanted to hear him say that Mom should try harder. "I will," she said, completing their little fairy tale as she always did. And she would try. She always did, but she and her mother would never be close. There was just too much water under that bridge.

How was it possible that Elsa was close enough to her husband that she could feel the heat coming off him and smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath and still feel as if an ocean sloshed between them?

They were lovers who didn't love each other, and that made talking easier.

Sixty miles north of Los Angeles.

perinatologist within a hundred miles

She stood in the hallway, watching him walk away from her. Near the end of the corridor, he merged into the white-clad

from me I couldn't give. He pulled away from me, or

I look to the right as I cross the bridge and smile to see the tip of the Eiffel Tower soaring over rooftops in the distance on the other side of the river. I've seen it in photographs a thousand times, but seeing it in person for the first time that reminds me that I'm really, truly here, thousands of miles away, across an ocean from home.

Camels came into town from the desert, with long sad steps, carrying sand in their yellow hair, looking far into the distance, with eyes that had seen eternity.