Quotes About Distance

Je ne pensais pas que quelqu'un pouvait vous manquer encore plus douloureusement en étant assis à deux pas de vous. Peut-être parce qu'il ne me regarde pas, pas une seule fois.

I'm pretty sure I at least said hello." Teasingly he says, "No, I'm pretty sure you didn't." He's right: I didn't. I was too flustered. Kind of like right now. IT must be that distance between knowing someone when you were a kid and seeing them now that you're both more grown-up, but still not all the way grown-up, and there are all these years and letters in between you, and you don't know how to act.

Acho que agora consigo ver a diferença entre amar alguém de longe e amar de perto. Quando você convive com a pessoa, vê quem ela é de verdade, e ela também vê você. E Peter me vê. Ele me vê, e eu o vejo. O amor é assustador; ele se transforma; ele murcha. Faz parte do risco.

I don't want it to be like that with Peter. The farawayness of old feelings, like even when you try with all your might, you can barely make out his face when you close your eyes. No matter what, I always want to remember his face.

think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you.

OBVIOUSLY YOU STRIKE OUT AGAINST PEOPLE WITHIN RANGE. IT'S CATHARTIC TO AFFECT SOMEONE WHEN YOU'RE ANGRY. ALTERNATIVELY, CHOOSE ENEMIES IMPOSSIBLY FAR AWAY SO YOU NEVER HAVE TO FIGHT.

The best thing with crazy people, Grandma Win used to say – the only thing, really – is to be somewhere else.

A woman in her forties was told by her doctor that she had to improve her health. The doctor suggested that she take up jogging and run two miles every day. He told her to call him in two weeks and tell him how she felt. Two weeks later, the woman checked in. "So how are you doing?" the doctor asked. "I feel pretty good," the woman said, "but I'm twenty-eight miles from home.

The core delusion is that I am here and you are there.

The central conundrum of the new mass-media age could be summarised as to how to retain a distance while appearing intimate- for distance without intimacy nourishes public hostility, while intimacy without distance destroys respect.

Logan was close enough for me to touch, to smell, to feel his breath on my forehead. Close enough to kiss. If only he were alive.

When someone's using an ATM, you want to be about six feet back. People get edgy around that ATM. They got their money out, their eyes are darting around. The other place I wanna be six feet away is urinals. ATMs and urinals–whenever someone's taking something valuable out of their pants you want to give them as much room as possible.

I really feel as human beings, we need more training in our basic social skills. Conversational distance: Don't you hate these people that talk into your mouth like you're a clown at a drive-through?

Still... I would have hugged my mother if we were the kind of family who hugged. If touching her weren't impossible. If her subnightie waft was not so utterly, fatally repulsive. That's how much I loved her.

We weren't touching, but my skin could feel her skin buzzing.

Veo a los lejos, el árbol de eucalipto, donde algún día ya olvidado, bese a la mujer que me enamoró por primera vez, y con la que mi cuerpo, tuvo la primera explosión volcánica, y a quién jamás vi o conocí personalmente, sino es, por la vieja foto de almanaque.

Sus miradas se cruzaron desde la lejanía, un frío intenso penetró sus cuerpos ausentes, desde que se cocieron en un vagón sombrío del metro de Buenos Aires

Whoever insists on safety and security as primary conditions of life cannot have faith; whoever shuts himself off in a system of defense, where distance and possession are his means of security, makes himself a prisoner.

No one could become stranger than the person you once loved

I breathe deeply and say over to myself: - 'You are at home. You are at home.' But a sense of strangeness will not leave me, I cannot feel at home amongst these things . . . I am not myself there. There is a distance, a veil between us.

Here I sit and there you are lying; we have so much to say, and we shall never say it.

Die Stadt war weit, fern, nur noch ein sanftes Summen am Horizont, die Kette der Stunden war losgehakt, und die Zeit war so lautlos, als stände sie still.

Don't lose the address," he said to Bucher. "Be a pity if we lost touch with one another.

Personne ne peut t'être plus étranger que la personne que tu as aimée jadis.