Quotes About Distance

I'm from New Jersey. But I went to school in Los Angeles and all across the country. So, I can totally connect with missing home.

Too many upstate New Yorkers have to drive 30 minutes or more to see a doctor.

The newspapers were against me. They were telling me that the Australian dream was a home. But that dream became worse and worse as they had to live further away from the city. My dream became better as we could build higher and higher.

Australia is always a place that is dear to me; it is always my second home, and I try to get there as often as I can, but it is not next door, you know.

Michael J. Fox is nice. I'm not in close contact with him.

When you're on the road and moving city to city, when someone isn't there at the end of the night, you feel empty.

I have no connection to Chicago.

For us, when we think about the Middle Ages, it's sort of this rarefied, distant time that we have no connection to, especially if you grew up in America.

Be where the acting is. I live in Houston. Dallas is 4 1/2 hours away. I let them know there's no difference.

I'm outside the music I've made. I have no interest in it.

Luckily getting to Chandigarh is no problem. It is only a three-hour drive from Delhi.

I'm going to call you, okay? After I get back from Europe. She nodded, knowing it was all they had, yet knowing it wasn't enough. Their lives were on separate tracks, now and forever. The summer was over, and they were each moving on. pg. 383

Denise sat in a separate chair, catercorner to the couch.

avoid you. I want to avoid you." He stared at her, plainly confused.

How would it feel, I remember wondering, to be always together, yet forever apart? It is ironic, of course, because I know that answer now. I know what it's like to be day and night now; always together, forever apart.

But I don't know his hobbies, or the kind of house he lives in, the food he likes, or any books or movies that he may have enjoyed. In other words, we're friends, but really, we're not. (p. 119, Trevor Benson)

Don't say it's not really so bad. Because it is. Death is awful, demonic. If you think your task as comforter is to tell me that really, all things considered, it's not so bad, you do not sit with me in my grief but place yourself off in the distance away from me. Over there, you are of no help.

Even a life raft is only supposed to get you from the sinking ship back to land, you were never intended to live in the life raft, to drift years on end, in sight of land but never close enough.

My father's on my radar, but most of the time I shut it off.

Most people have a rope that ties them to someone, and that rope can be short or it can be long. (Be long. Belong. Get it?) You don't know how long, though. It's not your choice.

my friends don't seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven't lost.

I may not know the weight of those things, but I could feel the weight of that one, so I kept it to myself. You know that things aren't going well for you when you can't even tell people the simplest fact about your life, just because they'll presume you're asking them to feel sorry for you. I suppose it's why you feel so far away from everyone, in the end; anything you can think of to tell them just ends up making them feel terrible.

You know that things aren't going well for you when you can't even tell people the simplest fact about your life, just because they'll presume you're asking them to feel sorry for you. I suppose it's why you feel so far away from everyone, in the end; anything you can think of to tell them just ends up making them feel terrible.

my friends don't seem to be friends at all but people whose phone numbers I haven't lost.