His cigarettes helped mark the passage of time, especially on days that seemed all sun and sky…The dependable dwindling of his cigarette supply reassured him that he hadn’t been left out here, that eventually he...

I would have stayed a hundred times and I would have left one time only – still, I left.

[That wall] might be breached sometime in the future, but for now the only real conversation between them was the roots that had already grown low and deep, under the wall, where they could not...

Her womb from her body. Separation. Her clitoris from her vulva. Cleaving. Desire from her body. We were told that bodies rising to heaven lose their vulvas, their ovaries, wombs, that her body in resurrection...

Unhappiness in a child accumulates because he sees no end to the dark tunnel. The thirteen weeks of a term might just as well be thirteen years.

young children, who for whatever reason are deprived of the continuous care and attention of a mother or a substitute-mother, are not only temporarily disturbed by such deprivation, but may in some cases suffer long-term...

Methinks I lied all winter, when I sworeMy love was infinite, if spring makes it more.

The mind defines, decides, doubts and divides – only the heart truly binds.

They were not a family anymore. They were strangers. Tied together by chains, but they had rusted, and there was no hope for them to reconnect. Something had disappeared, and perhaps it was their sanity.

We made love, we drank coffee, and then we went our separate ways. I went west, and she went to hell. Or at least I hope she did.

Eventually, some black thinkers believe, this “separation” may be the shortest route to an authentic communication at some future date when blacks and whites can enter into encounters in which they truly speak as equals...

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

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...

Time is in essence separation; separation produces pain; pain poesis; and poesis is what constitutes the unending stream of human life in this world.

Lie beside me, oh my beloved! For thy thorns are more pleasurable than the petals of the world.Hold me in thy arms of hope, for the truth of separation can rest tonight.

My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She’d set her coffee down, making a noise that made me look her way. I’d begun to notice her less and less often, like her colors were...

I didn’t appear to need anyone: I could do it all myself. I could do everything. I was both halves: did that mean I was whole?

We are like puzzle pieces who are perfectly suited to make a giant picture together, but we are assembling ourselves in the dark.

Marriage to the groom does not means that his heart belongs to the bride.

for to have a deep attachment for a person (or a place or thing) is to have taken them as the terminating object of our instinctual responses.”Separation anxiety. International Journal of Psycho-Analysts, XLI, 1-25 (1959(

All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else.

It’s terrible to have to fear that your powers will activate at any given moment. Especially when you draw close to people… and find that your only choice is to pull away. It’s overwhelming when...

The God I serve is able to save us both. To give us the winning lottery ticket so all our money problems will go away. To mend our broken hearts. To bring us close to...

Would that thy love, beloved, had less trust in me, that it might be more anxious!

You would rather face a life without me than to have me choose a life I would not choose for myself.

Your partner may have injuries that you can’t repair. Your partner may be trapped in a dark room without windows. Your life narrative might bring him more relief than an opiate. Some people make better...

Annabeth realized that if six of them went on these two quests, it would leave Percy alone on the ship with Coach Hedge, which was maybe not a situation a caring girlfriend should put him...

My dearest — But what more is there to be said? The things one says are always inadequate: it’s the touch of live hands, of lips pressed to lips that count. I want to hold...

You want me to wear a condom?!

Dear God, Meg, you’re glowing. Sit and tell me about this boy. He let you borrow his jacket? That’s so adorable.” Instead, I came off the high of that day by writing a letter to...

It is always painful to part from people whom one has known for a brief space of time. The absence of old friends one can endure with equanimity, But even a momentary separation from anyone...

Energy is the belief in a separation and that which creates and keeps the illusion alive.

It is better to believe an obvious lie, than to swallow a deceitful truth.

Sometimes, despite how your heart feels, you have to do what you must in order to get the result you need. When it’s impossible to walk away then you need to make it hurt and...

Maybe he would see me as weak and stupid. Maybe he was right.

When we separate ourselves from the rest of the world, the world becomes a lonely and difficult place to live in. When we see ourselves as completely separate, we cannot call upon the power and...

How had it happened that when choosing the men and women who were to be torn from this subjugated plain, the hand of destiny had stayed so far inland, away from the busy coastlines, to...

The girl I used to love is no longer a girl, and this saddens me more than our separation. It puts my own mortality vividly on display, in contrast to my eternally youthful memories.

I still wake with your name on my lips every morning.

This is going to hurt, but you will have to watch other couples be happier, richer and louder than you. Wait. No obstacle can withstand patience. Wait. You may not think so now, but there...

Milkers don’t spend half as long with their mothers.” Eli spread his chore coat over Little Joe. “Not more than a few weeks. Sometimes one day. Maybe not even … If you were a peeper,...

We are often insane with happiness. We are also very unhappy for reasons neither of us can do anything about. Like being separated.

There is love in holding and there is love in letting go.

I haven’t told you that today, Meg, because I don’t know.

Judgment…is one of the ego’s tools to foster separation through comparison.

Come, Paul!” she reiterated, her eye grazing me with its hard ray like a steel stylet. She pushed against her kinsman. I thought he receded; I thought he would go. Pierced deeper than I could...

Dumpers are not inherently worse than Dumpees-breaking up isn’t something that gets done to you; it’s something that happens with you.

I just looked at her, feeling utterly empty. I didn’t know what I was supposed to say to her. My life is in that bed. Please let me stay.

The harsh reality will be the fear that has always been at the back of your mind coming to play right in front of your eyes

What separates us into engineers and robots, puppeteers and puppets, kings and pawns, is not the status we hold at any given time among others – status is irrelevant; it is the level of ever-present...