Quotes & Sayings About Long Distance Love Not Working

God himself took a day to rest in, and a good man's grave is his Sabbath. — John Donne

Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross. — Guy Gavriel Kay

Being the bearer of bad news is a terrible thing; sometimes you don't know if you'll have the words, the delicacy,the strength. You think of the person on the other side: how you're about to bring their world crashing down with a single phone call and deep inside them they'll hate you because their sorrow will just be searching for someone to blame. Then what do you say? That you're sorry? Sorry for what? They'll hate you even more because they'll know you're not sorry like they are. They'll know you haven't been destroyed like they have. — Emma Abdullah

It's easy to become a satellite today without even being aware of it. This country can seduce God. Yes, it has that seductive power; the power of the dollar. — Malcolm X

Sovereign is the source. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I only direct in self-defense. — Mel Brooks

Be brave, right through, and leave for the unknown. — Rabindranath Tagore

Imputation; for if the sources of pleasure were precisely the same to human beings and to swine, the — John Stuart Mill

A boy is a magical creature - you can lock him out of your workshop, but you can't lock him out of your heart. — Allan Beck

I've written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door. — Andrea Gibson

My life, I resolved, ought to be a perpetual transcending, a progression from stage to stage; I wanted it to pass through one area after the next, leaving each behind, as music moves on from theme to theme, from tempo to tempo, playing each out to the end, completing each and leaving it behind, never tiring, never sleeping, forever wakeful, forever in the present. In connection with the experiences of awakening, I had noticed that such stages and such areas exist, and that each successive period in one's life bears within itself, as it is approaching its end, a note of fading and eagerness for death. That in turn leads to a shifting to a new area, to awakening and new beginnings. — Hermann Hesse