Quotes About Distance

They will never forgive us for this Somewhere Else.

sometimes I wait for you at the exact edge of the jetty where we left each other. Sometimes I disappear into an unconscious hole and lie there silted up in stories having nothing to do with the vigorous immediacy of our epic.

Writing to touch with letters, with lips, with breath, to caress with the tongue, to lick with the soul, to taste the blood of the beloved body, of life in its remoteness; to saturate the distance with desire; in order to keep it from reading you.

At times I suffer from the strangest sense of detachment from myself and the world about me; I seem to watch it all from the outside, from somewhere inconceivably remote, out of time, out of space, out of the stress and tragedy of it all.

La escritura daba la impresión que alejaba al hombre del conocimiento, que almacenaba sus recuerdos. También alejaba al orador del oyente, colocándolo a muchos kilómetros o años de distancia.

John Henry Newman, poet and priest, wrote that "time is not a common property; / But what is long is short, and swift is slow/And near is distant, as received and grasped / By this mind and by that, / And every one is standard of his own chronology.

She had seen Moreover only once and that was from a distance. The aristocrat had sniffed and Moreover had turned his big head and stared at her, awe and admiration in his eyes. And then he had tucked his head and run away. He knew his place.

Sometimes I feel like that I don't really know the person next to me.

You have to be apart from the ones you love. But that doesn't mean you love them any less, It just means you love them more.

Even if you break her heart into a million tiny pieces. She will forgive you, bless you, wish you a good life ahead and move on. She will cry alone, and Love you from a distance for the rest of her life, and never beg for a space in your life. That is the heart of a woman who loves from the depths of her soul. And will never force you to love her in return.

There are some moments that are hung in memory like a lamp; they shine and swing gently and one can look back on them when all else has faded into distance and darkness.

Letters, like long-distance phone calls, could never convince him of the existence of another human far away existing in this same present he existed in. In reality, Violet did not exist until he saw her, then she began again where she had left off before. In-between she existed only in his mind, and how can you write a letter to your own imagination?

I'm the kind of a guy who dont like to get too close to any individual, to see his faults; if I do, it shuts off the love I feel; then I get angry and hate myself for it afterwards; and if I have to stay close to the guy, or the thing, I eventually get to hate him, or it, too.

Absence, the highest form of presence.

His mind seemed older than theirs: it shone coldly on their strifes and happiness and regrets like a moon upon a younger earth.

The shortest way to Tara is via Holyhead

He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances.

God and the Blessed Virgin were too far from him: God was too great and stern and the Blessed Virgin too pure and holy.

Like distant music these words that he had written years before were borne towards him from the past.

Of the parallax or parallactic drift of socalled fixed stars, in reality evermoving wanderers from immeasurably remote eons to infinitely remote futures in comparison with which the years, threescore and ten, of allotted human life formed a parenthesis of infinitesimal brevity.

When landing the J-3 Cub, the proper technique is for the tail wheel to touch the runway a millisecond before the main wheels touch. So before landing the pilot must raise the nose of the plane, which blocks his forward vision. He now must gauge his distance above the ground, and his location on the runway, by again using the side windows as he floats on down. After touching down he will again be blind to the front. After coming to a stop the back-and-forth taxiing begins again.

Benden yana olduÄŸundan sesin K?rd?m onun kalbini, Elimin içinde tuttuÄŸumdan Yeniden ellerini. Ne bir söz, ne de baÅŸka bir ÅŸey Onarabilir bunu --- Bir zamanlar dostum olan Åžimdi yabanc? bana.

Get a lot of gone between you and this situation.

She was moving slowly, appearing to come no closer. Perhaps she was losing ground against the earth's rotation.