Quotes About Distance

Vad är det som skiljer oss åt? En ocean och två kontinenter eller åtta våningar?

Es fácil amar a alguien cuando no se le puede alcanzar; así no se corre ningún riesgo

I think the pastime of chatting or candidly talking to people about anything or nothing is fading away. People don't even want to leave voice messages anymore, let alone talk. We keep a distance from each other because we can. It's odd and sad. Because just by talking to each other, we can put all the aspects and challenges and joys and horrors of life into perspective, even if that is not what we are talking about. It's relieving, comforting, and enjoyable.

The truth is, I can't read anything with any distance. Every book is a self-help book to me. Just having them makes me feel better.

I may not always be with you But when we're far apart Remember you will be with me Right inside my heart

But when one believes in the reality of things, making them visible by artificial means is not quite the same as feeling that they are close at hand.

And it is, after all, as good a way as any of solving the problem of existence to get near enough to the things and people that have appeared to us beautiful and mysterious from a distance to be able to satisfy ourselves that they have neither mystery nor beauty.

the warm glazes, the sparkling penumbra of the room itself and, through the little window framed with honeysuckle, in the rustic avenue, the resilient dryness of the sun-parched earth, veiled only by the diaphanous gauze woven of distance and the shade of the trees.

La mayoría de las personas que conocemos no nos inspiran más que indiferencia; de modo que cuando en un ser depositamos grandes posibilidades de pena o de alegría para nuestro corazón, se nos figura que pertenece a otro mundo, se envuelve en poesía, convierte nuestra vida en una gran llanura donde nosotros no apreciamos más que la distancia que de él nos separa.

of all the seeds that fly about the world, the one with the most solid wings, enabling it to be scattered at the greatest distance from its point of origin, is still a joke.

He could see her, but dared not remain for fear of annoying her by seeming to be spying upon the pleasures which she tasted in other company, pleasures which - while he drove home in utter loneliness, and went to bed, as anxiously as I myself was to go to bed, some years later, on the evenings when he came to dine with us at Combray - seemed illimitable to him since he had not been able to see their end.

I came to recognise that, apart from her [Françoise's] own kinsfolk, the sufferings of humanity inspired in her a pity which increased in direct ratio to the distance separating the sufferers from herself.

The interval of space separating her from him was one which he must as inevitably traverse as he must descend, by an irresistible gravitation, the steep slope of life itself.

Go; for thy stay, not free, absents thee more.

I am learning to live close to the lives of my friends without ever seeing them. No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine.

Here I could stay tethered forever with just bread and water, nor would I be lonely; loved friends and neighbors, as love for everything increased, would seem all the nearer however many the miles and mountains between us.

No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine.

There is some strange sense in which distance and closeness are sisters, the two sides of the one experience. Distance awakens longing; closeness is belonging. Yet they are always in a dynamic interflow with each other. When we fix or locate them definitively, we injure our growth. It is an interesting imaginative exercise to interchange them: to consider what is near as distant and to consider the distant as intimate.

Nothing in creation is ever totally at home in itself. ... It is the deepest intimacy which is nevertheless infused with infinite distance.

Faith keeps the soul at a holy distance from these infinite depths of the divine wisdom, where it profits more by reverence and holy fear than any can do by their utmost attempt to draw nigh unto that inaccessible light wherein these glories of the divine nature do dwell.

Extra Full - 45 yards. Full - 40 yards. Modified - 35 yards. Improved Cylinder - 30 yards. Cylinder - 25 Yards.

The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success, kid.

sixty miles north of Bluestem, as the crow flies, or eighty miles, if the crow were driving a pickup.

It's about the limitations of travel and communication. We don't live in a science fiction universe, Mr. Daquin. We can't just zap messages instantaneously from one part of space to another.