982 Quotes About Distance

I know from personal experience that living different distances from your support network dramatically affects your connection with them. Distance can seem rather abstract when not tied to concrete examples. Living three hours away does not mean anything until the first time you drive from school to home.

Farther from the sun, a father and son. The soft moon chasing after, the sun running away; a lunacy of circles that separates the darkest of space. Stars hanging like a collage of reflecting mirrors, pieces that once radiated beauty. If by chance, the moon changes to blood and the sky spills its red, the willing time, will tell in time, if when all is too late.

Never stop looking for the dream that could happen tomorrow.

What terrible things would she say to me, would I say to her, that we take such great care not to say anything important at all?

Two missed calls and you think your father is dead again. The conversation is rushed. Nuances of your new life are pushed into a speaker. They meet alien ears. At home; you are an old stranger. Away; you are a new one.All you have of your family is in a phone. And it is why you can never lose it.

Brother, why do we fight like we are not flesh of flesh? Blood of blood. Bone of bone. Like if the time came I would not go to war for you or catch a thousand bullets just to keep you safe. Brother, why do we push these words at each other like we are not of the same womb?Brother, why do we use our truths like knives? Why does this distance exist between us? Why are we worlds apart on the same planet?

The city of Los Angeles—dirty, motley, teeming with immigrants and actors—was only an hour away. Notionally, it was the anchor of the region, but it existed at such a spiritual and sociological remove that it could have been the moon. Most likely, people settling in the San Jacinto Valley hoped not to make their way closer to Los Angeles but to make their way farther from it.

Maybe I was afraid of seeing anything as absolute. I wanted to keep moving, like a stream, and I wanted to go on watching everything from a distance. That’s how I was. I felt close to people, but I didn’t have any friends I could really share my life with, our hearts melting together. Something always failed to communicate.

The three most common killers of friendships are betrayal, distance, and growth.