Quotes About Distance

My little Johnnie, Because I like you so much, and because you're so far away that I can't give you a little kiss, I'm writing this letter to ask if you like me as much as I do you? Answer me immediately. A thousand kisses from your Dollie—

We're a telephone family, strung out along the wires, sharing our news in loops and daisy chains. We don't meet face-to-face much, and when we do there's a dematerialized feeling, as though only half of our molecules are present.

spent together in the same bed and still managing to keep separate and remote.

He could be a wise man of the woods, spoken of in whispers, his words and thoughts becoming spooky action at a distance in the world beyond. A secret wizard of the future.

There would be internet, and books, and music. He could think, and be, and hold the world at a distance in order to see it properly.

It would take a human nine years to walk from the Earth to the moon.

I hate t see you swim out so far you can't swim back.

I hate to see you swim out so far you can't swim back.

In some ways it feels like forever ago. There's that ebb and flow in my mind about other things, too. Where it feels close, then far away. The Benders, the train, the bus, Louise, the library, my mother...waves of memories that wash in, then out. Close, then far. Fear's like that, too.

Presents, I often say, endear absents.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.

I'm nobody I'm a tramp, a bum, a hobo I'm a boxcar and a jug of wine And a straight razor ...if you get too close to me

I had to let her go. She's not coming back. The distance is too great. The mountain between us is the one mountain I cannot climb.

I had to let her go. She's not coming back. The distance is too great. The mountain between us is the one mountain I cannot climb. I thought you should know.

I stared out the window, at the whitecapped mountains in the distance. It was strange, looking at them from the other side. A month ago I had stood in the Salt Lake City Airport and wondered what was on the other side. Now I knew. I imagine prison bars are the same way. Maybe a grave.

The farther away the parking, the livelier the street.

He took Ed for a Southerner and tried to stay clear of him.

Only poetry can measure the distance between ourselves and the Other.

We must remember that the shortest distance between our problems and their solutions is the distance between our knees and the floor.

This gap, always there. Somehow unbridgeable, whether it's across a wide Pacific gulf of language and culture, or just a simple sentence, father to son, always distance.

The workweek was a structure, a grid, a matrix that held him in place, a path through time, the shortest distance between birth and death.

She doesn't look at me, but I feel, or maybe I wish or I imagine, that something in the way that she does not look at me is not quite the same. She is not-looking at me in a way that feels like she is consciously not-looking at me. And from the way she is not-looking at me, I can tell she knows that I am trying to not-look at her. We are both not-looking at each other. And yet, there is something in the way she is not-looking at me. For the first time in a long while, I have hope.

He says something you don't quite follow. You hear it, you catch most of the individual words, and yet somehow--you don't understand. This gap, always there. Somehow unbridgeable, whether it's across a wide Pacific gulf of language and culture, or just a simple sentence, father to son, always distance. The texture of everyday actions, simple movements and gestures, is harder than it looks. The great shame of your life that you can't speak his language, not really, not fluently.

life is a tragedy up close, but a comedy in long-shot.