Quotes About Distance

Like people who from a bridge watch fish swimming below them, we saw the outside world as an alien element where we could take no part. Isolated behind the glass of our lonely window we looked down on the daily life which was not for us.

It is not easy to describe my mother. Remote and starry, her sad stranger's grace did not concern the landscape of the day. Should I say that she was beautiful or that she did not love me? Have shadows beauty? Does the night love her child?

I know. Brains and dicks. Maybe they're too far apart to function together.

Remote and oblivious and lost in contemplation.

How does distance look?" is a simple direct question. It extends from a spaceless within to the edge of what can be loved.

Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days. It is as if I could dip my hand down into time and scoop up blue and green lozenges of April heat a year ago in another country. I can feel that other day running underneath this one like an old videotape

What's here doesn't please you, what's far off you crave. Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

How does distance look?' is a simple direct question. It extends from a spaceless within to the edge of what can be loved. It depends on light.

How does distance look?" is a simple direct question. It extends from a spaceless within to the edge of what can be loved.

Oh sweetie, he says. He is using his inside voice, his most inside voice. The distance between that voice and the fight voice measures your whole world.

As a sweet apple turns red on a high branch, high on the highest branch and the applepickers forgot— well, no they didn't forget—were not able to reach

Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days. It is as if I could dip my hands down into time and scoop up blue and green lozenges of April heat a year ago in another country.

I hope that you will wave back to me from your distant shore, and understand the signal.

I must console him for the distance we have moved from the place where he stopped.

As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us. PSALM 103:12

If you feel far from God right now, guess who moved? You're only a decision away from reconnecting.

Like other ghosts, she whispers; not for me to join her, but so that, when I'm close enough, she can push me back into the world.

When you are alone - at sea, in the polar dark - an absence can keep you alive. The one you love maintains your mind. But when she's merely across the city, this is an absence that eats you to the bone.

Now I am going back And I have ripped my hand From your hand as I said I would And I have made it this far ...

But it was easier, somehow, to reflect on them all from a distance than to be struggling for room in their midst.

We care. We feel. We think. We do not always miss the absent one. We cannot always come when called. Being friends with a loner requires patience and the wisdom that distance does not mean dislike.

When it comes to our aversion to closing accounts in the losses, the pass-fail nature of goals makes this problem worse. As soon as you set a goal or a target, you put yourself immediately in the losses, at least in relation to your distance from the goal. As soon as you cross the starting line, you are now short of the finish line.

Yo andaba sudorosa de un lado a otro ante su mirada imaginaria por el Boulevard des Italiens, mientras él estaba en cualquier otro lugar, inaccesible.

Je voulais dire, écrire au sujet de mon père, sa vie, et cette distance venue à l'adolescence entre lui et moi. Une distance de classe, mais particulière, qui n'a pas de nom. Comme de l'amour séparé.