41 Quotes Tagged: separation

When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.

Affluence separates people. Poverty knits 'em together.

It was one of those ridiculous arrangements that couples make when they are separating, but before they are divorced - when they still imagine that children and property can be shared with more magnanimity than recrimination.

To lose a worthless friend is worthy of a testimony.

There are two forms of friendship: meeting and separation. They are indissoluble. Both of them contain some good, and this good of friendship is unique, for when two beings who are not friends are near each other there is no meeting, and when friends are far apart there is no separation. As both forms contain the same good thing, they are both equally good.

"Wives?" she asked, interrupting him. For a moment, he had assumed she was tuning to the novel. Then he saw her waiting, suspicious eyes, so he replied cautiously, "None active," as if wives were volcanoes.

It's okay,” he said. “We're together.” He didn't say you're okay, or we're alive. After all they'd been through over the last year, he knew that the most important thing was that they were together. She loved him for saying that.

A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman's love, however badly he may have treated her.

And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?”
“No, he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?”
She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then — ”
“Okay, fine.”
She leaned in and kissed: him a good, proper kiss without anyone watching — no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones.
She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.”
Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover that.

Whether to look for you on earth — I don't know if you're dead or you live — Or about you in the evening
I should for you, departed, grieve.

All is for you: and the daily prayer
And the sleeplessness' swooning flame
And the white flock of my poems
And my eyes' blue violent flame.

No one was dearer to me, no one,
No one left me this bereft,
Not even he who betrayed me to torment,
Not even he who caressed, then left.

I am isolated. I sit in a glass ball, I see people through a glass wall. I scream, but they do not hear me.

- Ellen West

Ah! when will this long weary day have end,
And lende me leave to come unto my love?

- Epithalamion

Only sometimes at night when I think that you live now and are somewhere, I shed tears.

When your absence is felt, your presence is the essence and it makes a difference.

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