Quotes About Distance

I'm actually thinking about maybe, on a spacewalk, not wearing my glasses. I normally wear those both for reading and a little bit of a distance correction, but the distance vision seems like it's gotten a little bit better. So I might go without.

I grew up in northern New Jersey - the banlieue of New York - and I now live in Brooklyn. I am separated from my parents by about 50 miles, but really there is almost no distance between us. I speak to them nearly every day.

I've written a lot of books which are written from the moon - the view from nowhere.

I admire writers who can remain objective and distanced, but that doesn't seem to be in my toolbox somehow. I have to care, I have to have skin in the game.

Gravitational and electromagnetic interactions are long-range interactions, meaning they act on objects no matter how far they are separated from each other.

Sometimes I feel like distance helps observation.

The best seat in the house often depends on the ballet. For instance, much of the first act of 'The Nutcracker' is domestic and small scale, so it's great to sit up close. But the second act features elaborate scenery and choreography, which are better to observe from a distance.

The actors bring their own stuff and thoughts, and most of the time, I don't want to know what they are. It allows me to have more distance and observe what they're doing without having the knowledge of what they have in their minds, so I can see clearly how that feels to me.

I feel like the writer observing the grief, but it is difficult to be detached from it.

On stage I have to amplify some of my emotions with my back or make something a little bit more obvious because my audience might be very far away from me, or very high up and find it harder to read what I'm trying to express.

I miss my parents a lot. I obviously don't see them loads anyway because they live up north. But knowing that they're only a couple of hours away is a lot different than knowing that they're 12 hours away.

The pavilion that seems to intercept divine aid does not cover God but occasionally covers us. God is never hidden, yet sometimes we are, covered by a pavilion of motivations that draw us away from God and make Him seem distant and inaccessible.

Is everyone who lives in Ignorance like you? asked Milo. Much worse, he said longingly. But I don't live here. I'm from a place very far away called Context.

life is other, always there, further off, beyond you and beyond me, always on the horizon, life which unlives us and makes us strangers, that invents our face and wears it away

Mr. Right is coming, but he's in Africa and he's walking.

A novelist is essentially a person who covers distance through his patience, slowly, like an ant. A novelist impresses us not by his demonic and romantic vision, but by his patience.

Poetry is like painting. Some attracts you more if you stand near, some if you're further off.

El talento de un ilustrador se basa en estar absolutamente atento a la belleza del instante presente y tomárselo todo en serio, hasta el menor detalle, mientras al mismo tiempo es capaz de retirarse un paso y, como si lo observara en un espejo, introducir entre él y el mundo, que tan en serio se toma a sí mismo, su habilidad y la distancia que le proporciona la ironía.

The first such suicide had come from the city of Batman, a hundred kilometers from Kars.

Evet, ama bir tiyatrocu! diye düÅŸündü. Bir aile ona ne kadar uzak!

Bir sure sonra Suleyman da talepleri ile hakikat uzakliga alisti.

For now that they could not be together, they must be infinitely apart, and what had been sure and unshakable was now fragile and insubstantial; from the moment we are not together, Alai is a stranger, for he has a life now that will be no part of mine, and that means that when I see him we will not know each other.

They did not wait so eagerly for each new transmission from the ansible; the names that were famous on earth meant little to them now.

The next day he passed Alai in the corridor, and they greeted each other, touched hands, talked, but they both knew that there was a wall there now. It might be breached, that wall, sometime in the future, but for now the only real conversation between them was the roots that had already grown low and deep, under the wall, where they could not be broken.