Quotes About Distance

In the months to come, I would look back on this time in my life almost as a kind of out-of-body travel, from which I had returned with nothing but a sense memory of having been somewhere inexpressibly exciting and far away. It wasn't like a dream, exactly, although it had a dream's strange internal logic. It was like looking through the window of an airplane at night, the way the city below appears so near, yet untouchable beyond the glass--a network of lights, flames, stars.

Canyons of incomprehension yawn between me and most other human beings, and I keep acting as if it's possible for me to reach across and join them on their side, to span the gap between who they believe me to be and who I really am.

My older brother never came to visit me. He did write me letters, though: distant and condescending ones, because those were the shallow pools in which his small mind swam.

If you can capture a woman's imagination, then you will have her. But imagination is a strange creature. It needs time and distance to function properly.

For when the world one knew began to crumble away bit by bit, when not only your memories but the memories that others might have of you grew dim with time and distance, when, indeed, you began to fade into a nothingness in the minds of the owls that you loved best, well, perhaps that was when legends could become real.

They had engaged in what could not be called treatment or even discussion, but open combat, the two of them a microcosm of the great war raging in the far distance: one side that desired autonomy, and the other that took independence as a sign of madness.

She much preferred to be safely on the outside of life, watching, than deeply involved.

The Paradox: how do you lose something you never had? The answer: There was another way to have. A transparent stretch of space between you. To love from a distance, through that space, more deeply, more colourfully, so it can be seen from faraway like a flag. Eventually the spave itself fills you. The air entering your body and replacing your blood, running through you. The halfßpleasant feeling of not being here.

I focused on the questions and stopped seeing the body. As has been true a thousand times since, my curiosity and temperament had taken me to places I was not really able to handle emotionally, but the same curiosity, and the scientific side of my mind, generated enough distance and structure to allow me to manage, deflect, reflect, and move on.

I aged rapidly during those months, as one must with such loss of one's self, with such proximity to death, and such distance from shelter.

Bait Goat There is a distance where magnets pull, we feel, having held them back. Likewise there is a distance where words attract. Set one out like a bait goat and wait and seven others will approach. But watch out: roving packs can pull your word away. You find your stake yanked and some rough bunch to thank.

Maybe Ruth thought we'd be spending hours talking about my future; maybe she thought she'd have a big influence on whether or not I changed my mind.But I kept a certain distance from her, just as I did from Tommy. We didn't really talk properly again at the Cottages, and before I knew it, I was saying my goodbyes

nothing and yet everything had passed between us.

Then she continued to walk away.

You've forgotten everything my dad taught us all about dealing with big cats, haven't you?" "Oddly, it's slipped my mind. Something to do with seeing six-inch fangs a foot from my throat." "They're two inches, tops, and she's a meter away." "Maya…

Where are the others?" "Sleeping a couple hundred meters that way." He pointed. "I figured that was far enough from you." "I thought I told you we should separate." "And you expected me to listen?

I stopped. He looked at the distance between us and lifted his brows. "This seems close enough," I said. "For safety's sake." "Safe from the branch breaking? Or from me?

I'm sorry about Nicole," he said finally. That startled me so much I pushed up onto my elbows. "Were you drifting off?" "No. Just-- You mean about leaving her behind? Don't be sorry." Really, don't be sorry. "You were right," I continued. "I was acting on emotion; you were using your head. I'm sure she's on the mainland by now. A long way from here." At least, I hope she is.

Q: How far will he travel? A: He will travel so far, he will never come home again. His feet will never touch the ground, not for the rest of his life. He will never see his family again. He will never see the cannon again, but for the rest of his life, he will dream of her round, fixed, roaring black mouth.

Pour l'heure, il n'était pas à côté d'elle mais un peu plus loin dans la foule, et bavardait avec Bessie la Cloche, la fille du propriétaire de l'auberge, une fille de petite taille avec des courbes là où il en fallait et un sourire que les hommes trouvaient aguichant et les femmes fabriqué.

I been away a long time.

He didn't feel he had the ability to follow her into those reveries or the right to call her back out.

distance, a holistic concept if ever there was one. (Incidentally, there is an excellent book on the new physics—Heinz Pagels's The Cosmic Code21—which is the only book I can unreservedly recommend on the topic.

Get some distance on yourself and undertand the multilevel structure that's operating. There's a power structure within you. You're a very political creature.