Quotes About Distance

We are not strangers. It's a lack of trust that keeps us separated.

I know I should have ignored her. I should have called. Many times I almost did. I got as far as picking up the phone. Sometimes I even dialed your parents' number but then I wondered what I'd say to you. We had left it too long. How would we ever get around the silence, which was like an elephant sitting in the room?

Distance makes everything beautiful.

NBA players made roughly the same percentage of shots from 23 feet as they did from 24. But because the three-point line ran between them, the values of those two shots were radically different. Shot attempts from 23 feet had an average value of 0.76 points, while 24-footers were worth 1.09. This, the Warriors concluded, was an opportunity. By moving back a few inches before shooting, a basketball player could improve his rate of return by 43 percent.41

He wanted to do something special for her—something that would show her how much he loved her despite the distance separating them. Finally it hit him. He had the perfect idea. He'd make a video of himself masturbating in the shower and send it to her. She was certain to love it. She'd know that it was a gift from the heart. He

The concern that some women show at the absence of their husbands, does not arise from their not seeing them and being with them, but from their apprehension that their husbands are enjoying pleasures in which they do not participate, and which, from their being at a distance, they have not the power of interrupting.

You're what," I asked, "Catholic? Fascist? Both?" It just popped out. I was out of practice with intellectuals of the right—I couldn't remember how to behave. All at once, in the distance, we heard a kind of sustained crackling. "What was that, do you think?" asked Alice. "It sounded like shooting," she added, hesitantly. We fell silent

Alice watched us with the affectionate, slightly mocking look that women get when they witness a conversation between men—that oddity, not quite buggery, or duel, but something in between. Above our heads the linden branches stirred in the breeze. Just then, in the distance, I heard a soft, muffled noise like an explosion.

Las gotas golpeaban la tela con un ruido sordo, a pocos centímetros de su cara; pero él estaba a salvo del contacto. De repente tuvo el presentimiento de que su vida entera iba a parecerse a ese momento. Se movería entre las emociones humanas, y a veces estaría muy cerca de ellas; otros conocerían la felicidad o la desesperación; pero nada de eso tendría que ver jamás con él, ni podría alcanzarle

Yes, we have abolished the distance that artistic contemplation necessarily requires. So what is left? Love plus anatomy are left.

The sun weeps because it can no longer caress your skin or warm your lips." He sifted his fingers through my hair. "I do not envy the sun, Eva. But I truly hate the moon, because its light touches you in all the ways I cannot.

that arctic blast you're feeling? it's the chill coming off my cold shoulder

How do we live in this world where friends disappear for years and years and reappear as if nothing has happened?

In youth,' he said, speaking as if from a great distance, 'we believe, and the death of belief forces us to disavow all belief. But that disavowal, time softens, and if we do not believe, we hope. Belief is easier to kill, somehow, and its death easier to bear.

Desire creates havoc when it is the only thing between two people, or when it is what's missing.

El cielo se veía muy lejos, muy azul, adornado como una tumba altísima por coronas de zopilotes que volaban en círculos dormidos.

Within a stone's throw of it.

There is no love lost, sir.

There is no love lost between us.

These sites have torn down the geographical divide that once prevented long distance social relationships from forming, allowing instant communication and connections to take place and a virtual second life to take hold for its users.

who never thought to give her a call, even though, it seemed, they lived their entire lives through their phones.

her voice suddenly gone as if it had snagged on the mist and was carried off into the failing light, leaving the phone dead in my hand, a warm sliver with the screen fading like some luminous shard from outer space which had traveled across stellar distances at great speed to arrive here in my hand where its glow was now losing its heat, gone

I was trying to keep God's pain at arms length.

A solitary sail that risesWhite in the blue mist on the foam—What is it in far lands it prizes?What does it leave behind at home?