Quotes About Distance

Her father there, her mother here. A universe-sized gap between them.

She had given up on her parents years ago. Things would never be honest between them. So why bother with any relationship at all?

It was not about him loving her. They'd had so many ebbs and flows. They were in this life together; what they needed from each other was clearly defined. In these moments she felt they were connected by so much: distance, space, money, silence, support. And every so often the acknowledgment of each other's humanity.

In my Dreams i'm with You in real Life I cannot Get You. In mijn dromen ben ik met Jou maar in het echte Leven kan ik niet met Jou zijn.

Some have been in church all their lives and have never known this mighty, marvelous, and yet simple personal relationship. Others believe that while such a relationship may be possible, it's not for them—why would God want to bother with them, except from a very great distance? In reality, it is no bother to God at all. He wants this relationship far, far more than you and I want it, and I pray that you will ponder that marvelous truth.

China Whales follow the whale-roads. Geese, roads of magnetized air. To go great distance, exactitudes matter. Yet how often the heart that set out for Peru arrives in China, Steering hard. consulting the charts the whole journey.

Perimeter is not meaning, but it changes meaning,/as wit increases distance, and compassion erodes it.

The thought that something we cannot see, of unsurpassable skill and unimaginable form, exists in the back room's locked safe—isn't this, for any artist, for any person, an irresistible hope, beautiful and disturbing as the distant baying of Thoreau's lost hound that tells us, not least, that the mysteries of distance are endless?

The griefs of others—beautiful, at a distance.

When distance and convenience sets in; the small, the various and the personal wither away.

His mother had become like an ocean to the boy, vast and unknowable, with faraway shorelines he could never see, could not even imagine from where he stood but that he nevertheless sensed were vivid and real.

She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.

The godwits vanish towards another summer. Everywhere in light and calm the murmuring Shadow of departure; distance looks our way; And none knows where he will lie down at night.

Distance looks our way; the godwits vanish towards another summer and none knows where he will lie down at night.

I had looked into the distance so long that I hadn't seen what was near at hand. If we don't cherish those who stay near, what do we have? Only longing. Longing which we grow to love because it's all we have.

The wind blew my words away from you. So while I told you I love you, the phrase was carried in the opposite direction and landed 333 miles away in the ears of a confused farmer. He was nice, though. He sent me a kind letter saying that while he was flattered, I wasn't really his type.

Now I am writing this diary in English, which for me is not the language of intimacy or love, but an attempt at distance and sanity, a means of recalling normality.

The further away you are from something, the fuzzier it becomes.

If I'm in a relationship, that girl gets showered with letters from the road. I pour my heart into it.

I'm equally guilty of using technology - I Twitter, I text people, I chat. But I think there's something strangely insidious about it that it makes us think we're closer when in fact we're not seeing each other, we're not connecting.

Why do you think politicians send soldiers to the wars they declare, if, of course, they still go to the bother of declaring them. . . . mediation, keeping a distance from the actual events and being privileged enough not to have to witness them.

if i love You (thickness means worlds inhabited by roamingly stern bright faeries if you love me) distance is mind carefully luminous with innumerable gnomes Of complete dream if we love each (shyly) other, what clouds do or Silently Flowers resembles beauty less than our breathing

After Margaret moved to Florida they continued to stay in touch in a Christmas card/life-milestone way.

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near