“Our lives may be separate, but they run in the same direction, like parallel lines.”
“There lay between them, separating them, that same terrible line of the unknown and of fear, like the line separating the living from the dead.”
“We are all bumbling along,side by side, week in, week out, our paths similar in some ways and different in others, all apparently running parallel. But parallel lines never meet.”
“We may not have known each other our whole lives but we've definitely lived them in parallel”
“As lines, so love's oblique, may wellThemselves in every angle greet :But ours, so truly parallel,Though infinite, can never meet.”
“parallel lines meet in eternityparallel lives meet for tea”