Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.
Can miles truly separate you from friends.... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.
Within you I lose myself...
Without you I find myself
Wanting to be lost again.
Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell
Gone - flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream.
And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum....
Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly,
We ought to be together, you and I.
As contraries are known by contraries, so is the delight of presence best known by the torments of absence
Oft in the tranquil hour of night,
When stars illume the sky,
I gaze upon each orb of light,
And wish that thou wert by.
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array, -
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away.
You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness.
In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
