Quotes about Distance

Curve: The loveliest distance between two points.

Faith keeps the soul at a holy distance from these infinite depths of the divine wisdom, where it profits more by reverence and holy fear than any can do by their utmost attempt to draw nigh unto that inaccessible light wherein these glories of the divine nature do dwell.

No wonder the romance of Wuthering Heights endures—as do romantic myths in almost every culture. Indeed, the more patriarchal and gender-polarized a culture is, the more addicted to romance. These myths embody our yearning to be whole. No wonder romance so often begins at a physical distance or across a psychic chasm of class and race,* and thrives on death and separation. Projecting our lost qualities onto someone else can be done more easily from a distance.

An apple only falls far from its tree when carried away by divine winds.

Wind has no feet, but travels great distances, and has no hands, but carries great objects.

The greater your wisdom, the shorter the distance to success.

Notice in that same prophecy, the angel told Daniel that, besides a great increase in knowledge, "many shall run to and fro" (Daniel 12:4). This second sign, a tremendous increase in the distance and speed of travel, would also occur in the same context, that being the end times. God was revealing that, once people begin to run to and fro, both farther and faster, the final years before Christ returns to set up His Millennial Kingdom will finally be upon us.

Nor can it be argued that the time required is too short to be perceived; for though this may be the case in short distances, it cannot be so in distances so great as that which separates the East from the West.

distant views seemed to outlast by a million years (Lily thought) the gazer and to be communing already with a sky which beholds an earth entirely at rest.

Here we slept, she says. And he adds, Kisses without number. Waking in the morning - Silver between the trees - Upstairs - In the garden - When summer came - In winter snowtime - The doors go shutting far in the distance, gently knocking like the pulse of a heart.

White and distant, absorbed in itself, endlessly the sky covers and uncovers, moves and remains.

In the flailing light they all looked sharp-edged and ethereal and divided by great distances