Quotes About Distance

he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling.

The careless violins and saxophones, the shrill rasping complaint of a child near by, the voice of the violet-hatted girl at the next table, all moved slowly out, receded, and fell away like shadowy reflections on the shining floor - and they two, it seemed to him, were alone and infinitely remote, quiet.

He felt persistently that the girl was beautiful—then of a sudden he understood: it was her distance, not a rare and precious distance of soul but still distance, if only in terrestrial yards.

Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space.

He felt persistently that the girl was beautiful – then of a sudden he understood: it was her distance, not a rare and precious distance of soul but still distance, if only in terrestrial yards. The autumn air was between them, and the roofs and the blurred voices. Yet for a not altogether explained second, posing perversely in time, his emotion had been nearer to adoration than in the deepest kiss he had ever known.

He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.

Daisy put her arm through his abruptly but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said. Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It has seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.

Je les ai regardé une dernière fois, et ils m'ont rendu mon regard, mais de très loin, sur la rive d'une autre vie. J'ai donc quitté la pièce et descendu les marches, sous la pluie, les laissant là, ensemble.

Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay

She didn't like it, he said immediately. Of course she did. She didn't like it, he insisted. She didn't have a good time. He was silent and I guessed at his unutterable depression. I feel far away from her, he said. It's hard to make her understand. You mean about the dance? The dance? He dismissed all the dances he had given with a snap of his fingers. Old sport, the dance is unimportant.

Il lui parlait, et ses phrases étaient comme de petites lettres qu'il lui aurait écrites, car, une fois qu'il les avait prononcées, elles mettaient un petit moment à l'atteindre.

Amory: Darling girl. [They kiss. Another pause and then she seizes his hand, covers it with kisses, and holds it to her breast.] Rosalind [sadly]: I love your hands, more than anything. I see them often when you're away from me--so tired; I know every line of them. Dear hands! [Their eyes meet for a second and then she begins to cry--a tearless sobbing.]

He lit Daisy's cigarette from a trembling match, and sat down with her on a couch far across the room, where there was no light save what the gleaming floor bounced in from the hall.

single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock.

And when you wonder where I am, just look up at the sun and that's where I'll be.

If you want, I can be on the next plane out of here and be there by morning." "No, that isn't necessary. Talking

There's a thin sheet of glass between me and life. However clearly I see and understand life, I can't touch it.

Suddenly I'm all alone in the world. I see all this from the summit of a mental rooftop. I'm alone in the world. To see is to be distant. To see clearly is to halt. To analyze is to be foreign. No one who passes by touches me. Around me there is only air. I'm so isolated I can feel the distance between me and my suit. I'm a child in a nightshirt carrying a dimly lit candle and traversing a huge empty house.

Entre mim e a vida há um vidro ténue. Por mais nitidamente que eu veja e compreenda a vida, eu não lhe posso tocar.

We all live far away and anonymous; disguised, we suffer as unknowns. For some, however, this distance between oneself and one's self is never revealed; for others it is occasionally enlightened, to their horror or grief, by a flash without limits; but for still others this is the painful daily reality of life.

All beauty is a dream, even if it exists, For beauty is always more than it is. The beauty I see in you Isn't here, next to me. What I see in you lives where I dream, Far away from here. If you exist, I only know it Because I just dreamed it. — Fernando Pessoa, from "All beauty is a dream, even if it exists," 22 April 1934, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems , ed. & transl. Richard Zenith (Penguin Classics, 2006)

Entre la vida y yo hay un cristal tenue. Por más claramente que vea y comprenda la vida, no puedo tocarla.

Seeing and hearing are the only noble things that life contains. The other senses are plebeian and carnal. The only aristocracy lies in not touching. Do not get too close — that is true nobility.