Best 1932 quotes in «distance quotes» category

Our work is directly proportional to the distances our dreams travel across, as force (power) is a constant factor

paradise seemed further away than India, but Hell had become a bit closer

Patience is inversely proportional to the distance from the front of the queue.

People are crazy and times are strange, I'm locked in tight I'm out of range, I use to care but things have changed.

Perhaps stars were supposed to be viewed from the ground.

Perjalanan: melatih diri untuk tetap menjaga jarak seraya berbagi begitu banyak.

Postoje osobe koje i pored daljine srcu blize ne mogu biti.

Push too far into independence and we disconnect and hurt each other. Then in a longing for togetherness, we seek each other out; fumbling around for the warmth of the other. Push too far into intimacy and we get afraid of losing ourselves in it and head the other way. It is the ongoing interplay between independence and intimacy.

She seemed always to have seen him through a blur - first of sleepiness, then of distance and indifference - and now the fog had thickened till he was almost indistinguishable.

Seasons of the heart. To get through what I must I'm often encased in ice and for months he chips away until he can see my face and after a while, I begin to thaw. As warmth and feeling returns, my emotions continue to build until my personality is set on fire. When he leaves, the fire dwindles until there is but a flicker. Then there is stillness and winter returns.

She pictures love as a pond to be stepped into, swum around in, and then climbed out of and toweled off before getting too chilly.

She stuck a bookmark in his heart and walked away.

Relationships are tested by distance, love is put to the test by closeness.

She doesn't like to use people's names, other than mine, anyway. She prefers self-designated titles: The Enforcer, Pack Leader, Hall Moniter, Socio, Daddy Issues. She likes to keep a nice healthy distance from anyone and everyone because, in her mind, it helps her stay in control...Once I asked her how she would label herself. Broken Girl, she answered.

She must talk to a man who was ten immensities away.

She was like the Sun. At just the right distance, she gave me life, but if I got too close, she would burn me.

So it has been, again and again throughout my life, as I form connections with people and then lose them to distance and time. I mourn those losses, even when I know my erstwhile friends are safe and happy among their own kin.

Since I've been gone- I feel lost!

So–in short–color is consciousness itself, color is feeling, and shape is the distance color goes securely, as in our life we extend ourselves through neighborhoods and hunting grounds; while form in its turn is the relation of these inhabited spaces, in or out or up or down, and thrives on the difference between kitchen and pantry. This difference, with all its sameness, is yet another quality, alive in time like the stickiness of honey or the gently rough lap of a cat, for color is connection.

Social networking platforms drove man closer to those in neighboring continents, while driving him further apart from those in his neighborhood.

Sometimes distance was easier than acting, or explaining.

Sometimes neither distance makes the heart grow fonder nor absence lessens surging passions.

Sometimes leaving is the only way to be there for someone.

Some trips are more than distance traveled in miles.

Somewhere, somehow, maybe I can find someone who can make my heart beat again.. For everyday that I pine for your love, and for every single time you reject me, I start to die deep inside.. That throbbing pain has slowly turned into numbing emptiness..

Sometimes you are more comfortable with a person who gets close without coming close.

The dead are immune from our prison of Time. The distance between the living and dead may be vast, but the space of Time the dead experience when they are reunited with their loved ones is only paper-thin.

Spending time with Savannah made me wonder whether it was possible to defy the norm. I wanted more of her, and no matter what happened between us, I already knew I'd never forget anything about her. As crazy as it sounded, she was becoming part of me, and I was already dreading the fact that we wouldn't be able to spend the day together tomorrow. Or the day after, or the day after that. Maybe, I told myself, we could beat the odds.' - John

The 'Dance of Love' is much more of a dialogue, one takes the lead and the other follows. One dictates a step and the other carries it out. One determines the direction, the other determines the distance travelled in a given figure. One sets the pace, the other reveals the grace. One understands the language of the other and knows what is coming next. The one leading leads with love and respect; never seeing the follower as being weak or inferior. And in the same manner, the one following follows with Trust and Submission; never feeling too big to be led or scared to jump. There is a blind assurance that someone is there to catch.

Take me to 'nowhere' when distance belongs here,there,everywhere.

The distance between you and me disappears with us.

The distance from you is measured in how far I've come.

The distance of time’s separation brings us remnants of memories so ancient that most are lost in the mists of illusion…

The distance and the cosmetic silence may ruin all the dreams and hopes and even advantages.

The distance of a voice, is only a short time away from touch.

The distance between you and your destination can be set to zero only by your courage to act and by your determination to sustain this action till the end!

The distance between your Dreams and Reality is inversely proportional to your Efforts.

The more am missing you the more you are far away from me...

The further from one another, the nearer one can be.

The gangs of arrogant thieves that can rob you of your success are your own doubts, fears and low self-image. Get them arrested and kept distances apart and you and your accomplishments are secured.

The mass of your visions depends on the size of your dreams and distance they can cover within a given period of your life.

The extent to which perception and, consequently, vision are dependent upon memory and imagination is a matter of every day experience. We see familiar things more clearly then when we see objects about which we have no stock of memories. The old seamstress, who cannot read without glasses, can see to thread needle with the naked eye. Why? Because she is more familiar with needles then with print. In man who can work all day at the office without undue fatigue of the eyes is worn out by an hour at the museum and comes home with a splitting headache. Why? Because in the office he is following a regular routine and looking at words and figures, the bike of which he looks at every day; whereas in the museum everything is strange novel, and outlandish.

There are many places you need to be, but there is nowhere to reach. There are many people you need to see but no one to meet. And there are many contacts in your phone but no one to talk. There are many masks in your closet but no face to please.

The need of theory is supported by the eros of the philosopher. It is not the expression of his will to conquer nature. Therefore, the joys of contemplation are "immediate enjoyments," joys that belong intrinsically to contemplation, and they come without further setting of goals or justification to the one receptive to them. They are not tied to social use, neither dependent upon the opinion of others nor gained from the expectation of future glory. The love for the observation of nature, for the observation of the details of the structure in which nature becomes comprehensible, of the order in which nature is articulated, of the spectacle nature provides for one who takes an interest in its objects, who lets its forms, colors, and sounds affect him, this love accords with the love of oneself. Both discourage highfalutin plans to change the world by the transformation of nature. Both impose moderation on the philosopher. He will be especially adequate to his desire to "contribute" something "to this beautiful system" by his conceiving it as a "system" and as "beautiful." The contribution most his own is that he has the whole in view; that he sees things and beings within the horizon of the whole, that he investigates and orders them as parts, that he knows himself as a part and reflects on his relation to the whole or that he poses the question of the whole. But if he wants to keep the question of the whole in view, he may not lose himself. To conceive the "beautiful system," he must devote himself to it in detail and again return to himself. To be able to observe nature, he may not blend into it. Observation requires both proximity and distance.

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.

There is a part of me that lives in a part of you, so we are never apart.

There is a magic in distance. Look back at the golden lamp-lit rooms of your home from the road of your life, and it all for a moment is exactly how you hoped it would be: warm, peaceful, safe.

There is no tomorrow..it is always today. Tomorrow is the fleeting and minute distance..between hope & once more..once again!

There is no need to slander the nimit (one who is instrumental), it is only necessary to distance yourself from that nimit.

There was a feeling of inevitability when I met you. The sense that we would be together; that there would be a moment when you would look at me in a certain way, and we could cross the threshold from friendship into something so much more. We spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given? I think you were always meant to know me a little better than anyone else. And our lives were fated to converge like some cosmic dance. I know there is terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of celestial light, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.