Quotes About Distance

Front offices are more interested in players that are far than players that are near.

Good-bye, Harry, wherever you may be … never has it been more clear to me that the part of my life which you occupied is over forever … I could not be further away from you if I were on the moon … how odd to think of one's life not as chapters in a book but as complete volumes, separate and distinct.

It hurts to set you free, but you'll never follow me.

We sit silently in our living room. He watches the mute television screen and I watch him. The planes and ridges of his face are more familiar to me than my own. I understand that he wishes even more than I do that he still loved me.

I had taken the photograph from afar (distance being the basic glitch in our relationship), using my Nikon and zoom lens while hiding behind a fake marble pillar. I was hiding because if he knew I'd been secretly photographing him for all these months he would think I was immature, neurotic and obsessive. I'm not. I'm an artist. Artists are always misunderstood.(Thwonk)

Mom put dense cheddar bread into a bag for a man who said this was his wife's favorite - he'd driven all the way from New Jersey to buy it because today was their anniversary. Several women in the store jabbed their husbands on hearing this. I hung my head - Peter Terris wouldn't cross the street to buy me a Twinkie.

Real contemplation, in other words, is not for its own sake. It doesn't take us out of reality. On the contrary, it puts us in touch with the world around us by giving us the distance we need to see where we are more clearly. To contemplate the gospel and not respond to the wounded in our own world cannot be contemplation at all. That is prayer used as an excuse for not being Christian. That is spiritual dissipation.

Deborah'?n, insan maddesi ta??sa bile, kendisiyle insan ?rk?n?n öteki üyeleri aras?ndaki mesafenin ne denli büyük geldiÄŸini bu insanlara anlatmas? olanaks?zd?.

Lewis had a] determined impersonality towards all except his very closest friends.

It's strange, isn't it, how we can push people away because we want to be near them? Isn't that the silliest thing?

She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments.

She tucked her letter and her picture in alongside it, and she ran her hands over those too. It made her feel closer to many things that were far away, that made her smile.

May wished more than anything that she could show them both how much she loved them. She felt very sorry. Her whole heart was sorry for everything she had ever done to worry them. She closed her eyes and tried to send her love all the way to Earth. She didn't know if it could travel that far.

You have to stay away." "I'd rather not.

Sometimes there aren't words. The silence between us is flung wide as an ocean. But I manage to reach across it, to wrap my arms around him.

It was painful to contemplate the distance between the future of accomplishment I'd imagined for myself twenty years earlier...it was painful to understand that the cushion of exceptionality invoked by the drug had made me oblivious to my inertia. And it was painful to have to define myself again, at an age when most people are happy in their own skins.

It was painful to contemplate the distance between the future of accomplishment I'd imagined for myself twenty years earlier, and the reality...it was painful to understand that the cushion of exceptionality invoked by the drug had made me oblivious to my inertia. And it was painful to have to define myself again, at an age when most people are happy in their own skins.

The air between us is not empty space.

Perhaps Sylvie's body had been ultimately unable to bear the distance between Chicago and New York.

own parents had wanted to leave every room he was in.

The beauty of her countenance haunting his imagination, and the touching accents of her voice still vibrating on his heart, he descended to the shore below her residence, pleasing himself with the consciousness of being near her, though he could no longer behold her; and sometimes hoping that he might again see her, however distantly, in a balcony of the house, where the silk awning seemed to invite the breeze from the sea.

We will not drink from the same cup - Neither water nor sweet wine is ours, We will not kiss as the sun goes up Or gaze at the night, on the sill, for hours. I breathe by the moon, you – by the sun

Disconnecting from my young self was a way of putting distance between the tragedy of those years and a future that seemed inaccessible.

Kaut kur uz š?s plan?tas bija sieviete, varb?t divu so?u att?lum?, varb?t desmitt?kstoš kilometru t?lu, un vien?gais, kam bija k?da noz?me, - lai vi?a var man piezvan?t. Es biju pa??v?gs. Ener?ijas pilns. Man lieks, ka biju diezgan laim?gs šaj? dz?ves posm?, jo ar? tad, ja nebiju kop? ar vi?u, es zin?ju, ka vi?a ir. Tas vien bija necer?ti.