Quotes About Distance

When you look up at the sky, on a clear night, and see thousands of stars and planets, realise that very little is happening on most of them. The important stuff is further away.

their friendship became just a vapour trail of sporadic Facebook and Instagram likes

Things had faded between them until their friendship became just a vapour trail of sporadic Facebook and Instagram likes and emoji-filled birthday messages.

It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast themselves most of their being near to the Church.

We can never put enough distance between ourselves and what we love. To think that God is, is still to think of him as present; this is a thought according to our measure, destined only to console us. It is much more fitting to think that God is not, just as we must love him purely enough that we could be indifferent to the fact that he should not be. It is for this reason that the atheist is closer to God than the believer.

Truth is not an adequation but anticipation, repetition, and slippage of meaning. Truth allows itself to be reached only through a sort of distance. The thing thought is not the thing perceived. Knowledge is not perception, speech is not one gesture among all the other gestures. For speech is the vehicle of our movement toward truth, as the body is the vehicle of our being in the world.

Perhaps there are never any masters except after the fact and from afar.

The sensible order is being at a distance--the fulgurating attestation here and now to an inexhaustible richness.

To be with you somewhere within this evening's mystic shade, To hear your plans and hopes and tell you mine, all unafraid That you'd forget to hold them dear, When I'm away and you're not here.

We live in an age of reproduction. Most of what makes up our personal picture of the world we have never seen with our own eyes--or rather, we've seen it with our own eyes, but not on the spot: our knowledge comes to us from a distance, we are televiewers, telehearers, teleknowers.

Oblaci i kiša, daljine izgubljene u sivilu, hladno?a i vlaga na ulicama, smradna studen u hotelu, živo osje?anje nezadovoljstva u meni. Sve pobjede trebalo bi odga?ati za prolje?e.

I see his eyes where petals part tired, remote, another coast.

We are professionally admonished to freeze many of our ordinary human instincts, to distance ourselves from too much personal knowledge of or contact with the people we write about, lest we endanger our objectivity or adulterate our product with an excess of understanding of their behavior or, God forbid, sympathy.

she sometimes makes me think of a planet rocketing along in a parallel universe

She knew what it was like to miss someone, for she missed Cory so continually and pressingly that the feeling was like its own shattering bass vibrating through her, and he was only 110 miles away at Princeton, not across the world.

But later on, having met in childhood can turn out to have been the worst thing, because you and your friends might have nothing to say to each other anymore, except, 'Wasn't it funny that time in tenth grade

The more you were not with a person, the more your lives diverged.

Loveless, we lay together.

I picture him always like he's looking at us through glass—windshields, sliding patio doors.

So close. Yet not close enough that either had mentioned the other to her family—even to the point that my mother had not included her sister in her story of the Exposition. My

I thought that probably meant something - that we could only really look at each other through a looking glass. Literally. I didn't know where that thought came from, but I could feel that it was true. It had something to do with the two of us, seemingly so different, standing there side by side. There was no wall between us. But we both wanted to think there was.

You know what the best part of the stars is?" "What's that?" "They're the same no matter what sky you're standing under. I mean...yeah, they might move or look like they're in a different place, but they're the same stars." "Yeah? So?" "So even if you're apart from someone you want to be with, you can look up at the stars and know they're looking at the same ones.

We can't stop staring at each other. Saying nothing, nothing to say. I trace the curve of his jaw and throat, the sweet spot below his ear, with only my eyes, because he's too faraway to touch. We stare and we stare and I can't stop myself from smiling, because he's smiling, too. We don't have to speak to have this conversation; in fact, the only way to have it is by not using words.

The minute our correspondence becomes obligatory, there's no point in keeping touch at all.