Where there is love, distance doesn't matter.
Where there is love, distance doesn't matter.
Whatever is in your face is 10,000 times better than whatever is not in your face and deserves 10,000 times more attention than whatever is not in your face.
Every painful memory is also a painful confusion of perception that will never be solved. The only choice is to move on.
Do I wrongly avoid silence, distance and obstacles?
The silence of God is never indifference,
Distance from God is never separation,
And obstacles back to God are never permanent
I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. Such is life, imaginary or otherwise: a continuous parting of ways, a constant flux of approximation and distanciation, lines of fate intersecting at a point which is no-time, a theoretical crossroads fictitiously “present,” an unstable ice floe forever drifting between was and will be. The Adventure called and I followed with my thumb like a character being written by an intractable author. Which, of course, I was.
He nurtures his connection from a distance...The rhythm is fixed in his life now - a support and distraction, the way in which he confirms his most human feelings.
Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
It feels like now we are so much older, and our lives are diverging like those geometry proofs where the two lines never touch, they just keep growing farther apart... This is why I'm crying, the distance from what you feel to what you say, how it will always be like that.