Quotes About Distance

I always thought a yard was three feet, then I started mowing the lawn.

for he could scarcely make them move together to grip a twig, and they seemed remote from his body and from him. 

Bidarshik sempre viajou para lugares distantes - interrompeu Zilla em tom de orgulho. - Ser verdade - assentiu Ebbits gravemente. - E sempre regressou para se sentar ao lume e ansiar lugares distantes e desconhecidos.

Star-watching: at night the stars of Alastor Cluster blaze in profusion. The atmosphere refracts their light; the sky quivers with beams, glitters, and errant flashes. The Trills go out into their gardens with jugs of wine; they name the stars and discusses localities. For the Trills, for almost anyone of Alastor, the night sky was no abstract empyrean, but rather a view across prodigious distances to known places: a vast luminous map.

aloof from the society of ordinary mortals

every generation is equidistant from God.

I hope that nobody has ever had to look at anybody they love through glass.

but the Atlantic Ocean is deep and wide and money doesn't hurry from the other side.

social affairs are not generally speaking the writer's prime concern, whether they ought to be or not; it is absolutely necessary that he establish between himself and these affairs a distance which will allow, at least, for clarity, so that before he can look forward in any meaningful sense, he must first be allowed to take a long look back.

His face looked as though it were plunging into water. I couldn't touch him. I wanted so to touch him. ... But he was far away from me now, all by himself. I waited for him to come back.

The distance between us, and I had never thought of this before, was that they did not know this, and I now dared to realize that I loved them more than they loved me. And I do not mean that my love was greater: who dares judge the inexpressible expense another pays for his life? who knows how much one is loved, by whom, or what that love may be called on to do? No, the way the cards had fallen meant that I had to face more about them than they could know about me, knew

Perhaps he had supposed that my growing up would bring us closer together—whereas, now that he was trying to find out something about me, I was in full flight from him. I did not want him to know me. I did not want anyone to know me.

All roles are dangerous. The world tends to trap and immobilize you in the role you play; and it is not always easy—in fact, it is always extremely hard—to maintain a kind of watchful, mocking distance between oneself as one appears to be and oneself as one actually is.

Touch, but no contact. All touch, but no contact and no light.

I have never reached you, said Giovanni. You have never really been here.

The distance between oneself—the audience—and a screen performer is an absolute: a paradoxical absolute, masquerading as intimacy.

Close up, you see the person's wrinkles, warts, and pimples; when close to you, the person has innumerable ways of driving you up the wall: but when far from you, these very same imperfections become irreplaceable and beautiful, testifying, after all, to how much each cared about the other. Close up, the person's imperfections matter, but from far away, you see your own. The questions then is not How did I stand her? but How did she stand me?

The vastness of the desert frightened her. Everything looked too far away, even the couldless sky. There was nowhere you could hide in such emptiness.

It was sometimes said that the only difference between Omaha and the North Pole was all the barbed wire.

I want to burn down the distance between us>

He pulled out turned west and started driving towards the glow it was thousands of miles away, he started driving towards the glow.

The ceaseless motion and incomprehensible bustle of life. Feigenbaum recalled the words of Gustav Mahler, describing a sensation that he tried to capture in the third movement of his Second Symphony. Like the motions of dancing figures in a brilliantly lit ballroom into which you look from the dark night outside and from such a distance that the music is inaudible…. Life may appear senseless to you.

The vigor of glory, a glittering in the veins,      As things emerged and moved and were dissolved,      Either in distance, change or nothingness,      The visible transformations of summer night,      An argentine abstraction approaching form      And suddenly denying itself away.

My father and a bunch of my cousins and uncles, they didn't have the opportunity to use FaceTime or Skype, all these different technologies and advancements that we have.