Quotes About Distance

As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.

Between us and you there is a great gulf fixed.

Mom, when thoughts of you are in our hearts, we are never far from home.

I dropped a tear in the ocean. The day you find it is the day I will stop missing you.

Touch me not.

From Dan even to Beersheba.

Better is a neighbor that is near than a brother far off.

Angels are never too distant to hear you.

Lat Love me faithfullySee how I am faithfulWith all my heartAnd all my soulI am with youThough I am far away.

deixava que me tocasse, não lhe tocava, custa-me tocar nas pessoas, herdei isto de si, pai, não é que não me apeteça, há alturas em que me apetece mas se tocasse dissolvia-me nelas e não tornava a ser eu

away from Clive.

My darling one....I shall be thinking of you while you are away and hope you will remember to wrap up warm when you go out at night.

Werner hears Marie-Laure inhale, Marie-Laure hears Werner scrape three fingernails across the wood, a sound not unlike the sound of a record coursing beneath the surface of a needle, their faces an arm's reach apart. He says, "Es-tu là?

Maybe the idea was that he could write so many letters, deliver so many envelopes back to Sandy, eventually he'd have sent all of himself, and could exist more there than he did here.

No," she says. "I want to believe that Papa hasn't been anywhere near it.

There are ninety-six thousand kilometers of blood vessels in the human body, children! Almost enough to wind around the earth two and a half times . . .

Between them was fifteen or so feet of frozen space, bounded by his window and hers, but it was as if the windows had liquefied, or else the air had, and his vision skewed and rippled and it was all he could do to put the Newport into gear and ease forward to let the next car in.

Fifteen and a half years as incontestable, a continent he'd never visit, a staircase he'd never climb.

Strange how suffering can look beautiful if you get far enough away.

My God, there are none so distant that fate cannot bring them together.

She can hear the bombers when they are three miles away. A mounting static. The hum inside a seashell.

every second it feels as if her father slips farther away.

Cat de sus poti sa sari, daca locuiesti pe Marte?

she gazed at places but could not enter them, witnessed beauty but could not experience it. It was as though she had been excised neatly out of each moment. The world had become like an exhibit at Ward's museum: pretty and nostalgic and watered down, something old and sealed off you weren't allowed to touch.