Best 1932 quotes in «distance quotes» category

As any distance we take from things give us an outside perspective, so does taking a geographical distance—offering us a new vantage point over our lives.

As the crow flies. That’s how she liked to walk. So what if she had nowhere to go? So what if no one on earth knew or probably cared where she was or when she’d get home? That wasn’t the point. It didn’t mean she had to take the long way. She was starting a new school in the morning, and she meant to put as much distance between herself and tomorrow as she could. Walking fast didn’t stop the earth’s slow roll, but sometimes it felt like it could.

Às vezes a distância não conta, pensou, às vezes reduz-se ao silêncio breve que espaça as batidas de um coração.

A week feels like a year when you’re seventeen and in love. A twenty minute drive might as well be an ocean. But we were together again and the whole world was rejoicing, even the gravel crunched melodiously under our feet as we danced onward through the night.

Beauty is the moment when time vanishes. Beauty is the space where eternity arises.

But I will tell you what I learned after I lost my sight... I walked through rooms that had once been familiar, my arms outstretched, and was fouled and thwarted by every obstacle in my path. What I learned then, Ester, is a thing that I have been learning ever since... The distance between things are vast," he said. "They are vast.

Czułem się zupełnie tak samo, jakby nagle wyrzucono mnie nocą do morza z pokładu płynącego statku. (...) Nie wiem, czy zostałem popchnięty, czy sam spadłem, ale w każdym razie statek płynął dalej, a ja w ciemnej, zimnej wodzie patrzyłem, jak oddalają się światła pokładu. Nikt – ani pasażerowie, ani załoga – nie wiedzieli, że wpadłem do morza. Nie miałem się czego uchwycić. Nadal czuję w sobie ten strach. Obawę, że moje istnienie zostanie nieoczekiwanie zaprzeczone, że choć nic złego nie zrobiłem, zostanę wyrzucony nocą do morza. Prawdopodobnie dlatego nie potrafię już tworzyć z ludźmi głębszych związków. Zawsze teraz zachowuję w stosunku do innych pewien dystans.

Complaining is a vain way of explaining pain without gaining relief. Keep complains distances away from you.

could not sleep last night bed cover of unease distance kept me awake windy whispers in summer night was telling you were awake one corner to another rolling like swimming in a competition my heart wanted to see you then n then we live ,we love on same earth mostly rare within a real another world don't allow us to sleep in side your ,or mine restful love ©litymunshi

Dalam keterbatasan kita hanya bisa bersabar, lalu kemudian apakah jarak disebut sebagai keterbatasan?

Darkness can inspire light, and light can inspire darkness, its just a difference of distant of these two contrasting forces.

Can you feel it? I asked her... my heart beating so hard, so strong that wants to get out of my chest, and travel trough the distance just to feel your heart beating so close to join on a single rhythm.

—¿Cómo voy a ayudarla? Eso pasó hace varios años, al otro lado del mundo —dijo él. —Todo está conectado en el universo. Olvídate de las distancias y del tiempo, haz cuenta que todo sucede en un presente eterno, en este mismo bosque, en tu memoria, en tu corazón.

Death, distance, and time, shall each one of them dig graves for your affections; but this pi do not know, nor can know, until the story of your life is ended.

Death, distance, and time, shall each one of them dig graves for your affections; but this you do not know, nor can know, until the story of your life is ended.

Deep down, I think everybody wants to be ‘the one’ to someone. I don’t know if I’ve ever been that person to anyone else – but I do know you are that person to me. You are the one. The only one. And you always will be.

Distance has the same effect on the mind as on the eye, and while we glide along the stream of time, whatever we leave behind us is always lessening, and that which we approach increasing in magnitude.

Distance brings sweetness. Absence tames what is near.

Distance can make a love fade, while closeness can make hate flare; as distance can make hate fade, while closeness can make love flare.

Distance changes utterly when you take the world on foot. A mile becomes a long way, two miles literally considerable, ten miles whopping, fifty miles at the very limits of conception. The world, you realize, is enormous in a way that only you and a small community of fellow hikers know. Planetary scale is your little secret. Life takes on a neat simplicity, too. Time ceases to have any meaning. When it is dark, you go to bed, and when it is light again you get up, and everything in between is just in between. It’s quite wonderful, really. You have no engagements, commitments, obligations, or duties; no special ambitions and only the smallest, least complicated of wants; you exist in a tranquil tedium, serenely beyond the reach of exasperation, “far removed from the seats of strife,” as the early explorer and botanist William Bartram put it. All that is required of you is a willingness to trudge. There is no point in hurrying because you are not actually going anywhere. However far or long you plod, you are always in the same place: in the woods. It’s where you were yesterday, where you will be tomorrow. The woods is one boundless singularity. Every bend in the path presents a prospect indistinguishable from every other, every glimpse into the trees the same tangled mass. For all you know, your route could describe a very large, pointless circle. In a way, it would hardly matter. At times, you become almost certain that you slabbed this hillside three days ago, crossed this stream yesterday, clambered over this fallen tree at least twice today already. But most of the time you don’t think. No point. Instead, you exist in a kind of mobile Zen mode, your brain like a balloon tethered with string, accompanying but not actually part of the body below. Walking for hours and miles becomes as automatic, as unremarkable, as breathing. At the end of the day you don’t think, “Hey, I did sixteen miles today,” any more than you think, “Hey, I took eight-thousand breaths today.” It’s just what you do.

Distance had an extraordinary power.

Distance matters only when you fail to cover it through your mind

Do not distance yourself from the people who need you most today, because tomorrow you will need them the most.

Distance is meaningless. No one's that far away unless they choose to be.

Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love

Distance yourself from people who: 1. Disrespect you 2. Mistreat others 3. Are abusive 4. Lie to you 5. Are negative 6. Have no goals 7. Use you 8. Put you down

Distance yourself from the ones who have the power to hurt you!

Distance does not affect the fact that we look at the same moon every night.

Distance gives a clearer view. You can't see the facade of a building while staying inside.

Distance is a bridge, not a gulf, between lovers.

distance is created by time is further than space

Distance is not a gulf but a bridge between lovers.

Do not judge my success by the destination I reached but the distance I traveled.

Don't come, I was thinking now. Wherever you are, stay there. Because with her reduced to a fantasy, I could imagine a wonderful meeting. I could see her smiling, tossing her red-haired head, staring at me with inquisitive eyes. I'd say something meaningful to her, and she'd melt for me. Reality could not live up to that.

Distance is the journey. Displacement is the result.

Everyone else not real-very distant, small figures. I would have to swim a thousand miles to reach the margin of the relationship, on the other side of which might lie other people, and it was too far, I was too tired. The almost infinitely extending network of that relationship; its dense weave That's what held me-

Each Fable is inspired by some true stories which doesn't have an happy ending, unlike the Fable.

Every form of life communicates. Listen. There is something fascinating about Distance, it keeps more mysteries than we could digest in a lifetime, although at some level it represents an abstraction, it is so palpable that it is even experienced in the skin. Possibly a long stretch (gap, interval, or space) that protects us but through which we extend a strong bond, which ends up linking us with that something that seems to be beyond our range, or perhaps, has been all the time within us, waiting to be discovered. Guessing, the mere fact of thinking about Distance carries an insinuating load, which attracts, or perhaps emanates, complex emotions. Thus giving this thought a function, an intention, a direction, life, and purpose.

Do you think it’s funny that both of our favorite memories are about the people we like the least now?” I ask. “Maybe that’s why we dislike them,” she says. “The distance between who they were and who they are is so wide, we have no hope of getting them back.

(...) each time we cast our view toward distances that have not yet been touched, we transform not only the present moment and the one following but also alter the past within us. (Letters on Life)

Every ounce of his soul tells him this will make a good story to tell his friends—an anecdote in the biography, an incident in the life. But part of the sorrow he feels—and it is that—comes from the distance he sees between himself and the storytelling, the hole that has ripped open between the here and the there.

Films are about entering the world from distance... little being part of all people, series are all about entering the whole world with both feet... being part of all main characters or not only the main... but the killers... victims.

For what was it about books that once finished left the reader in a bit of a haze and made them reread the last few sentences in order to continue the ringing in their hearts a while longer, so as not to let the silence illumine the fact that reading, they had gained something — distance, a lesson, a companion, a new world — but now, after the last full stop, they had lost something palpable and felt a little emptier than before.

For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go. For the blue is not in the place those miles away at the horizon, but in the atmospheric distance between you and the mountains. “Longing,” says the poet Robert Hass, “because desire is full of endless distances.” Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.

For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we… but as long as I exist and so do you – know that I will always love you.

Friendships - and indeed most relationships - are measured in the closeness of hearts, minds and soul ties... not in the distance of physical miles or even the passing of time.

Gari ya Debbie huchukua sekunde 12 kutoka kilometa 0 mpaka kilometa 210 kwa saa. Huchukua sekunde 10 kutoka kilometa 210 kwa saa mpaka kilometa 0. Ina uwezo wa kusimama haraka kuliko inavyoweza kukimbia.

Geography and mileage mean nothing. Separate is a single word that covers all distances that aren't together.

He watched her for several minutes. Something was stirred in him, something not accounted for by the warm smell of the afternoon or the triumphant vividness of red. 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.

...Heracles was strangely silent. What is he thinking? / Geryon wondered. / Geryon watched prehistoric rocks move past the car and thought about thoughts. / Even when they were lovers / he had never known what Herakles was thinking. Once in a while he would say, / Penny for your thoughts! / and it always turned out to be some odd thing like a bumper sticker or a dish / he'd eaten in a Chinese restaurant years ago. / What Geryon was thinking Herakles never asked. In the space between them / developed a dangerous cloud.