Quotes About Distance

It was less than 30 feet away when it finally dropped.

Shackleton estimated the shelf ice off the Palmer Peninsula—the nearest known land—to be 182 miles WSW of them.

in that single glimpse they saw to their terror that they were only a short distance outside the line of breakers

The trip across the Atlantic took more than two months.

It brought the total run since the beginning of the gale to 84 miles—in six days.

The plan, as they all knew, was to march toward Paulet Island, 346 miles to the northwest

Our distance from Paulet I. is now 94 miles

It now lay exactly 91 miles away. But it was off to the WNW

By 5 P.M., after three hours on the trail, they were 1 mile from the ship

It lay exactly 42 miles away; only 20 miles beyond it lay what had been their destination, Paulet Island.

now barely visible about 7 miles away.

He seems so near, and yet so far.

The lion on your old stone gatesIs not more cold to you than I.

None of these things is happening here. They are all happening far away, elsewhere. But they may as well be, Iris says. What does here mean anyway, I'd like to know. Everywhere's a here, isn't it?

even language is a kind of muteness, that everything is at an irrevocable distance; it made him wish to cross incomprehensible farnesses and yet simultaneously know he couldn't, he was hobbled, shackled. It was the nature of things, we are all shackled, hobbled.

Lise was lying in bed. That was what she was doing. There was something she had to write down. She was waiting to remember it. Thoughts were slowly unearthing in her brain, like turf being turned up by someone she could make out only on the distant horizon, on the edge of a waiting field, a person made so small by distance and so slowed with age or weariness that he or she could hardly wield the spade.

Like always having the sound of someone drilling a hole in a wall, not your wall, but a wall like very close to you, George said. Like, say you wake up one morning to the noise of someone along the road having work done on his or her house and you don't just hear the drilling happening, you feel it in your own house, though it's actually happening several houses away.

I really like you better aimless and lost among people, a little crazy, oddball, not looking like yourself. So that I don't know you at all and the nearer I get to you the more you separate yourself from me-- I get dizzy trying to follow you and I have to work really hard-- and that's what I want!

I feel so saturated with Maine, but am so separate from its people.

And then I saw him waving to us from behind the sky's reflection.

If I decided to send this to you, where would I send it? When I think of writing the whole address on the envelope I am paralyzed. It's too painful to think of you in the same place with your life going on in the same way, minus me. And to think of you not there, you somewhere else but I don't know where that is, is worse.

I seem to love you, though I never see you.

The first whisper of stars is a faint thing a candle sound, too far away to read by...

little distant sounds of shut-away singing