Quotes About Distance

Skype or FaceTime or even talk to her on the phone. Jaden had explained that he wanted to hear her voice and see her face for the first time in person. When she thought about it, that was kind of romantic. If it hadn't been for her Uncle

Noi siamo sul bordo sud del Mare del Nord, tu sul bordo nord del Mare del Sud

At 05:44:36 UTC the projectile made an oblique impact on the day-side of the comet, striking near the edge of one of the two craters. The release of kinetic energy was equivalent to detonating 4,500 kg of TNT. As a result, the comet was slowed by an estimated 0.0001 m/s and its perihelion distance was reduce by some 10 meters.

for one instant, I saw the stars close enough to touch. Closer than that, part of me. Are they really so far or just that we never reach for them?

Socrates padded across the chamber to sit down beside Alys, gazing airily into the distance, his soft ears flicking at the little sounds she made dealing with her wedge of pie.

There are always things to miss," said Maggie. "No matter where you are.

I sing the songs I sang to you every night. I sing them so I will remember you, hoping that you will remember me too, even though I am here, and you are there.

As Herman Melville wrote in Moby Dick, I had "an everlasting itch for things remote.

I know some sisters who only see each other on Mother's Day and some who will never speak again. But most are like my sister and me... linked by volatile love, best friends who make other best friends ever so slightly less best.

inches away, quacking softly

Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words

We coexisted in a state of mutual detachment.

We live at the mercy of certain silences. We have all known things about each other for a long time. So we try to avoid each other. It would be for the best, of course, if none of us were ever to see each other again.

Conor was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

He was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

There are worse things than being invisible, the monster had said, and it was right. Conor was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

He readied himself to let go, to plunge in, to begin the swim out into the farther cold, out into the terrible, terrible freedom that awaited. He was here. He had made it this far. There was so very little distance left to go, and he was the one who had brought himself here. It was almost over. He was almost there. He had never, not once in his life, felt this powerful.

Pero, ¿qué importa la distancia si sólo fuera un sueño? ¿Acaso un sueño no podría cruzar toda la ciudad andando?

Hay cosas peores que ser invisible", había dicho el monstruo, y tenía razón. Conor ya no era invisible. Ahora todos lo veían. Pero estaba más lejos que nunca.

Que importaria la distancia si solo fuera un sueno

So much that he can only glimpse enough of to know that it's forever beyond his reach.

You," I said, "are sweet music in a distant room.

Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us.

So strange and rare. So full of faraway.