Quotes About Distance

but a sense of strangeness will not leave me. I cannot feel at home among these things. There is my mother, there is my sister, there my case of butterflies, and there the mahogony piano, but I am not myself there. There is a distance, a veil between us.

Es neuzdr?kst?jos vi?u nosk?pst?t. Vi?a st?v?ja tuvu jo tuvu, ta?u tik sastingusi, ka, lik?s, var?tu sal?zt, ja vi?ai pieskartos.

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. There is my mother, there is my sister, there my case of butterflies, and there the mahogany piano - but I am not myself there. There is a distance, a veil between us.

No sir," Dunwoody snapped. "It cannot be; no cyclone ever can move from Florida to Galveston.

From the child of five to myself is but a step. But from the new-born baby to the child of five is an appalling distance. —LEO TOLSTOI

The war was a long way away. Maybe there wasn't any war. There was no war here. Then I realized it was over for me. But I did not have the feeling that it was really over. I had the feeling of a boy who thinks of what is happening at a certain hour at the schoolhouse from which he has played truant.

After the train started he had stood on the rear platform and watched the station and the water tower grow smaller and smaller and the rails crossed by the ties narrowed toward a point where the station and the water tower stood now minute and tiny in the steady clicking that was taking him away.

Tal vez, lejos de París, podría escribir sobre París tal como en París era capaz de escribir sobre Michigan.

May the Lord watch between thee and me while we are absent the one from the other.

Bana bak, Billy, bir s?r vereyim sana. Ne varsa çarÅŸaflarda var, Billy. Kad?nlardan uzak dur, atlardan uzak dur, sonra durdu, kartallardan uzak dur, Billy. Atlar? seven atlar? bulur, kartallar? seven kartallar? bulur. Durdu, ba??n? çarÅŸaf?n alt?na soktu. Gitmem gerekiyor dedi Uçan Billy Turner. Kad?nlar? seven içkiyi bulur dedi William Campbell. Atlar? seven...

I had no feeling for him. He did not seem to have anything to do with me. I felt no feeling of fatherhood.

An echo would die of lonesomeness out there.

The war seemed as far away as the football games of someone else's college.

Tell Nannan I walked.

When it comes to love, it has to be face-to-face. There has to be contact. Love cannot exist where there is only distance. Love can survive distance, but only by the strength of what comes through intimacy.

By the way, if you're running from God, he's already waiting for you, wherever your journey takes you. No matter how far you run, he will be just as close to you as he was when you left.

While love promises us relief from aloneness, it also heightens our dependence on one person. It is inherently vulnerable. We tend to assuage our anxieties through control. We feel safer if we can contract the distance between us, maximize the certainty, minimize the threats, and contain the unknown.

Erotic intelligence is about creating distance, then bringing that space to life.

There is beauty in an image that highlights a connection to oneself, rather than a distance from one's partner.

Love enjoys knowing everything about you; desire needs mystery. Love likes to shrink the distance that exists between me and you, while desire is energized by it.

In order to bring lust home, we need to re-create the distance that we worked so hard to bridge. Erotic intelligence is about creating distance, then bringing that space to life.

When, sometime later, Laurel asked about the bell, her mother replied calmly that how good a bell was depended on the distance away your children had gone.

My temperament and my instinct had told me alike that the author, who writes at his own emergency, remains and needs to remain at his private remove. I wished to be, not effaced, but invisible - actually a profound position. Perspective, the line of vision, the frame of vision - these set a distance.

Hallo, Fremder, sagte er zu dem zweiten Reisenden. Die Welt ist klein! Lange her, seit unsere Köpfe Seite an Seite auf dem Kissen lagen. Eine Ewigkeit!, rief der andere. Da wusste Clement, dass sie alle einander fremd waren und dass die stürmische Nacht vor ihnen lag.