Quotes About Distance

She sat icy and withdrawn. She had hoped he would touch her, put his arms around her. Now she felt she would kill him if he tried.

In the six degrees of separation, not all degrees are equal.

Our ability to succeed at what we do is powerfully bound up with where we're from, and being a good pilot and coming from a high–power distance culture is a difficult mix.

When I saw the kouros for the first time, he said, I felt as though there was a glass between me and the work.

From a distance it is something and nearby it is nothing.

Mountains appear more lofty the nearer they are approached but great men resemble them not in this particular.

A horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.

There's a lot of sympathy, but some people in America don't care. They think Syria is a very faraway place and that it's none of their business.

The messages must be stuck somewhere in the tube of light underneath the ocean that connects London and New York.

Space isn't remote at all. It's only an hour's drive away if your car could go straight upwards.

I read your poems with interest and found them serious, original, linguistically fresh, but first of all you must learn to curb your excess of emotion and write with more distance. As if you the person writing the poems and you the suffering young man are two different people, and as though the former observes the latter coolly, distantly, even with a measure of amusement.

Een vreemde die geen vreemde meer is, begint de geliefde meteen te benauwen. - Amos Oz

Clopotele bisericilor si ale manastirilor au inceput acum sa bata, de departe si de aproape, dar si ele sunt undeva, inauntrul tacerii.

Time made apologies and absolution unnecessary. Time didn't really heal, it just made bad memories distant so that the brain couldn't recapture the lost pain

And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder.

we were like two people standing apart on separate mountain peaks, recklessly leaning forward to throw stones at one another, unaware of the dangerous chasm that separated us.

The farther you move from the core of the problem, the faster the situation spins out of control.

Every word, every gesture is now loaded with ambiguity, nothing can be taken at face value. We speak to each other from a safe distance, pretending all the years we soaped each other's backs and pissed in front of each other never happened. We don't use any of the baby talk, code words, or short hand gestures that had been our language of intimacy, the proof that we belonged to each other.

Mile after mile, all of it familiar, yet not, this distance that separates us, me from my mother.

I feel a little like the moon who took possession of you for a moment and then returned your soul to you. You should not love me. One ought not to love the moon. If you come too near me, I will hurt you.

We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.

When you're in my arms, I know you're mine. But your feet are so swift, so swift, they carry you as lightly as wings, I never know where, too fast, too fast away from me.

Paul, Paul, this is the claim you never made, the fervor you never showed. You were so cool and light, so elusive, and I never felt you encircling me and claiming possession. Rango is saying all the words I wanted to hear you say. You never came close to me, even while taking me. You took me as men take foreign women in distant countries whose language they cannot speak. You took me in silence and strangeness.

The white man had invented glasses which made objects too near or too far, cameras, telescopes, spyglasses, objects which put glass between living and vision. It was the image he sought to possess, not the texture, the living warmth, the human closeness.