“A thousand words couldn’t bring you back… I know this because I tried, neither could a thousand tears… I know this because I cried, you left behind a broken heart and happy memories too…but I never wanted memories…I only wanted you.”— Anonymous, coolnsmart.com
“If I could plant a flower for every time I miss you, I could walk through my garden forever.”— Anonymous, jarofquotes.com
“Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.”— Alphonse de Lamartine, amazon.com
“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.”— Edna St Vincent Millay, goodreads.com
“Some mornings still feel like the night before. I’m just waiting for the days I don’t miss you anymore.”— Anonymous, rippedpapers.wordpress.com
“I wanna write ‘I miss you’ on a rock and throw at your face so you know how much it hurts to miss you.”— Anonymous, pinterest.com
“As long as you lack something you yearn for it without cease. if only I could have that one thing, you tell yourself, all my problems would be solved. But once you get it, once the object of your desires is thrust into your hands, it begins to lose its charm. Other wants assert themselves, other des…”— Paul Auster, amazon.com
“Oh, I wanna come near and give ya Every part of me But there's blood on my hands And my lips aren't clean”— Leon Bridges, play.spotify.com
“If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible.”— Paulo Coelho, amazon.com
“Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and fall and rise again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet. Boats and youth passing and distant trees, ‘the falling fountains of the pendent trees.’ I see it all. I…”— Virginia Woolf, amazon.com
“Arthur, my dearest, I must write you, or you will think I did not get your letters. But when I start to write you all I can think of to say to you is — Why aren’t you here? Oh, why aren’t you here? — And I have written that to you before… I have nothing to say but that I long to see you. I am glad t…”— Edna St. Vincent Millay, amazon.com