Quotes About Distance

Magic naturally fades over distance. But proximity - well, when it works, proximity amplifies magic.

Two infinities: the one that stretches to the beginning but never touches-when you halve and halve and halve, infinitely-and then the one that spreads out into the endless, endless future, the endless, endless, distance.The set of infinities that is itself infinite.

And just like that, the universe goes wrong. Just like that, all the enormity seems to shrink into a ball and float away from my reach. I feel it, and she doesn't. Or I feel it, and she won't.

it is so unfair that he lives in ohio, because that should be close enough, but since neither of us drives and neither of us would ever in a million years say, 'hey, mom, do you want to drive me across indiana to see a boy?,' we're kind of stuck.

Each of us has our own unit of measurement, our own relativity. Spaces between loves. Spaces between destinations. Spaces between deaths.

But we feel this connection all the time, don't we? Our bodies don't have to be touching to be connected to one another. Our heart races without contact. Our breath holds until the threat is gone.

It's the secret smile you get from knowing that, somewhere, there is someone who is yours. Not in the sense that you own her, or control her. She is yours because you say anything to her whenever you need to. And she can do the same, whenever she needs to. Most of the time this isn't necessary. But the secret smile comes from knowing it's available, even when she's half a world away.

Nights when I need to sleep and you can't. Days when I want to talk and you won't. Hours when every noise you make interferes with my silence. Weeks when there is a buzzing in the air, and we both pretend we don't hear it.

It was too heartbreaking to live with so many separations.

he's walking away and at the same time i feel like i'm the one leaving him behind.

They still have plenty to say to each other, just not anything right now.

Basis, n. There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you're in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself. If the moment doesn't pass, that's it -- you're done. And if the moment does pass, it never goes that far. It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it's even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lover's face.

incandesce, v.: You are the light of the far-off town, the promise on the dark path.

Just because I don't think we'd be good together doesn't mean we have to be apart. ...

Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.

We are breathing at the same pace, our chests rising and falling in unison. We have no need to whisper, because at this distance, all we need is thought.

Distancia. Me dices que me alejo y yo balbuceo una disculpa, intento volver al presente. Pero hay algo que debería decirte: Incluso cuando me distancio, me preocupo por ti. Uno puede separarse de algo y seguir cuidando de ello. Si quisiera distanciarme por completo, me largaría. Pararía la conversación. Me marcharía de la cama. En su lugar, simplemente me abstraigo durante un momento. Miro en otra dirección. Pero mi mirada siempre vuelve a posarse en ti.

You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation mid-sentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.

It's the secret smile you get from knowing that,somewhere,there is someone who is yours. Not in the sense that you own her or control her. She is yours because you say anything to her,whenever you need to. And she can do the same,whenever she needs to. Most of the time this is not necessary. But the secret smile comes from knowing it's available,even when she's half a world away.

I have to resort to email, and email is not enough. I am starting to get tired of relying on words. They are full of meaning, yes, but they lack sensation. Writing to her is not the same as seeing her face as she listens. Hearing back from her is not the same as hearing her voice.

The part I enjoy most is not the doing, but the noticing. Noticing the way she smells like oversugared coffee, and the difference between her smile and her photographed smile, and the way she bites her lower lip, and the pale skin of her back. I just want the pleasure of noticing these things at a safe distance-I don't want to have to acknowledge I am noticing.

I still sing him songs before I am ready, sing him back the moments he has missed. as if to say, this is where I was when you couldn't find me.

Maybe, I thought, it's not distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

Maybe, I thought, it's not distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.