Quotes About Distance

I've always felt alone and isolated, and living on the West Coast, there's no poetry community out here, and if there is, it's really spread out - because it's LA, it's spread out.

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

...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...

We distance ourselves for protection, Wear scarves when it's cold. What seems most outlandish in our autobiography Is what really happened.

For many people, politics in Brussels and Strasbourg might as well be happening on another planet.

Authority doesn't work without prestige, or prestige without distance.

In politics a straight line is the shortest distance to disaster.

As any distance we take from things give us an outside perspective, so does taking a geographical distance—offering us a new vantage point over our lives.

Your Eyes Travel a Thousand Miles, But your mind will travel even more

It is easier to bring up death when it's not in the same area code as you are, and it wasn't back then. It is probably worth noting that nobody has mentioned it to me in the last couple of years.

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

It's true: lives do drift apart for no obvious reason. We're all busy people,we can't spend our time simply trying to stay in touch. The test of a friendship is if it can weather these inevitable gaps.

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William Carey chides his countrymen for deciding it would be impossible for the Gospel to travel over great distances and to penetrate varied cultures when they are willing to face the same trials for the sake of commerce.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

The sleek, expensive girls I teach,Younger and pinker every year,Bloom gradually out of reach.

two men usually filled and left plenty of room on either side.

Being friends as in writing letters was so much easier than being friends as in living together.

The man wore a dark fedora and beneath its brim the fierce empty eyes looked out as if they were coming from a thousand miles away, and were off immediately another thousand in some other direction.

She knows, now, absolutely, hearing the white noise that is London, that Damien's theory of jet lag is correct: that her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here, hundreds of thousands of feet above the Atlantic. Souls can't move that quickly, and are left behind, and must be awaited, upon arrival, like lost luggage.

They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate.

Thou art translated into the kingdom of Christ, but thou art a great way from his court. That

Thou art translated into the kingdom of Christ, but thou art a great way from his court. That is kept in heaven, and that the Christian knows, but as we [know] far countries which we never saw only by map, or some rarities that are sent us as a taste of what grows there in abundance.

A flashlight held against the skin might just as well be off. Art, like light, needs distance, and anyone who attempts to render sexual experience directly must face the fact that the writhings which comprise it are ludicrous without their subjective content, that the intensity of that content quickly outruns its apparent cause, that the full experience becomes finally inarticulate, and that there is no major art that works close in. Not an enterprise for amateurs. Even the best are betrayed.