Quotes About Distance

Civilization diminishes proportionally to the distance from Paris.

This part I will do alone, leaving you behind. Don't follow. I'm well beyond you now, and traveling very fast.

I want to be your stranger across a crowded room.

Family is about love and affection but about friction and separation, too. Yet, with work and luck, the distances—geographic and emotional—can be shrunk, even made to vanish.

Because I'm technologically able to find a like-minded person on the other side of the globe, I'm also more interested in making friends with my next-door neighbor.

La luz del sol ardiente del amanecer, que llegaba desde una distancia de ciento cincuenta millones de kilómetros, convertían la nieve en un mar de diamantes que casi hacía daño a la vista. Como todas las cosas hermosas.

And just stared, unmoved, as though watching a world in which she was no longer an inhabitant.

You've got a thing for Dylan whether you're with Austin or not. That's what this all boils down to -- Dylan is here and giving you the attention you crave, and Austin's far away and is barely picking up the phone. It's not your fault. It was bound to happen. I'm sure Austin will be the same way when he goes to camp and..." A catering person walks by with a tray of goodies. "Oh look! Brownies! See you in a few, K!

Yeah, well, love is a fickle thing, isn't it? One minute you have it, the next it's gone... or someone is trying to say you can't be together because you live in different zip codes.

On the other, if Mom was driving up here, we were only half an hour away from Cole.

Instead, each bird is interacting with up to seven close neighbors, making individual movement decisions based on maintaining velocity and distance from fellow flock members and copying how sharply a neighbor turns, so that a group of, say, four hundred birds can veer in another direction in a little over half a second. What emerges is almost instantaneous ripples of movement in what appears to be one living curtain of bird.

A couple can be quite intimate without sharing bodies - though you will likely not believe that, my Cam. But it can be true. What I feel for you is highly intense, whether you are standing next to me or living a hundred miles away. I do not have to be touching you at all to experience what I feel.

This was Einstein's explanation for the phenomenon of entangled particles, which he termed "spooky action at a distance.")

I understand now that nothing will ever happen between M and me, precisely because it has just come so close to happening and yet not happened.

One horror of motherhood lies in the moments when she can see both the exquisiteness of her child and his utter inconsequence to others. There are so many boys in the world. From a distance they look alike even to her, especially in uniform.

I had the worst feeling, when I hung up, that I had missed the purpose of our conversation, that we both had. We had been apart for so long and no longer knew how to speak, other than as strangers. How are you feeling? we said, but what we meant was, Where are you? who are you now? Are you still in there?

Not going to walk me to the door?" I asked, pretending to be shocked at his lack of gallantry. "Of course I am. many would think that a bonny lass such as yerself wouldst be able to stay out of trouble for a distance of fifteen feet, but I know better." "Did you just use the words yerself and wouldst in the same sentence? You can't be a pirate and a courtier at the same time, Dev. It just isn't done.

I told you she was special," Jameson murmured as Grayson continued closing in on him. "And I told you to stay away from her." Grayson stopped, just out of Jameson's reach.

Everything?" Jameson repeated in a rough, low tone that made me think of what the two of us could be doing if I were there with him.

Grayson looked at me the way you look at art in a glass case, like he wanted to reach out to touch me but couldn't.

I felt... numb wasn't the right word. My mouth was too dry. My heart was beating too fast. I hurt, but it felt like I was hurting from a distance.

No," Max corrected. "You and I are friends. Grayson is the physical manifestation of your avoidant attachment style. He won't let himself want you. You don't want to want to be wanted. Everybody stays at arm's length. Nobody gets hurt, and nobody gets any.

I feel homesick for this London I left behind.

Tis a big ocean that will soon be between us, Granny whispered, a tear rolling down her wrinkled cheek.