Quotes About Distance

An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; and American thinks a hundred years is a long time

Damn you, Sassenach! his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. Dam you! I swear if ye die on me, I'll kill you!

Damn you, Sassenach! his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. Damn you! I swear if ye die on me, I'll kill you!

My father always said that was the difference between an American and an Englishman. An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

the difference between an American and an Englishman. An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

difference between an American and an Englishman. An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

He had them often, in varying forms, and it always unsettled him the day after, as though for a moment Claire had really been near enough to touch, and then had drawn away again.

The wind stirred the drying leaves of wild grapevines with a papery rustle behind me, and in the distance a murder of crows passed, squabbling in shrill cries.

An Englishman thinks a hundred miles is a long way; an American thinks a hundred years is a long time.

I love Australia because it's a different time of day so I'm asleep through any problems back home.

When you're driving on a normal track, you can see the braking point from 500 m. away.

To get to the office every day, I either take a Lyft or have my wife drop me off. It's about a 15-minute drive from my house to the office.

I like "Julie Gold's song "From a Distance". Her song reminds me of the world as seen through an observer's eye. Seen from a distance, we are people in the same band playing music for everyone. We are artists who play the most beautiful instruments in the world - life.

We were like matching bookends, almost touching but with volumes between us and stories, so many stories.

The distance to the corner shops of childhood becomes unfathomable, immeasurable; the candy bars have changed. And change has changed.

Today, far continents have become suburbs. Even the moon has somehow come closer. But for all that, the past has not lost its power, and if within a lifetime a man changes his skin an infinite number of times--almost as often as his suits--still he does not change his heart: he has but one.

we take care not to touch each other in public, nor do we look into each other's eyes except furtively, because Ivan must first wash my eyes with his own, removing the images which landed on my retina before his arrival.

One could only be nice to each other for a while. That was the best one could do. Men and women should best keep at a safe distance, having nothing to do with each other until both had found their way out of their misunderstanding, their confusion or the disruption of all relationships. One day, something else might come. But only then. Something strong. Something mysterious. Something greater to which everyone could submit.

One of the amusing aspects of this is that IF telepathy is what it is, then one need not be in the proximity of a telepath in order to have their mind penetrated.

Well, one mind existing as a three-dimensional thing communicating with another which is also a three-dimensional thing, and the communicating across the distance...is not the distance involved conceived of in three-dimensional terms?

Being around her (Holly) was dangerous. The spark between them was potent. It wouldn't take much to ignite--and that would only lead to heartache for both of them. It was safer to keep his distance.

Some people are easier to love when you don't have to be around them.

take your best orgasm, multiply the feeling by twenty, and you're still fuckin miles off the pace