That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.
The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.
The worst part of getting close to someone is the part when you have to miss them.
Distance never seperates two hearts that really care, for our memories span the miles and in seconds we are there. But whenever I start feeling sad cuz I miss you I remind myself how lucky I am to have someone so special to miss.
Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.
Missing someone is like hearing a name sung quietly from somewhere behind you. Even after you know no one is there, you keep looking back.
True love is rare, and it's the only thing that gives life real meaning.
You never stop loving someone. You just learn to live without them.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
It is said that when you miss someone... then love will come when you meet again... Just like the game of hide and seek, no matter where it hides or even if you can't see it... He must be there waiting somewhere for me...Amid the countless chaos... Just like the sincerest prayers... two people in love will surely meet again.
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.
The worst thing you can do if you miss or need someone is let them know it.
There are no good-byes, where ever you'll be, you'll be in my heart.
It's weird to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know.
I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Just because you miss someone doesn't mean you need them back in your life. Missing is just a part of moving on.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
When a person disappears, everything becomes impregnated with that person's presence. Every single object as well as every space becomes a reminder of absence, as if absence were more important than presence.
We care. We feel. We think. We do not always miss the absent one. We cannot always come when called. Being friends with a loner requires patience and the wisdom that distance does not mean dislike.
Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.
Our plans for the future made us laugh and feel close, but those same plans somehow made anything more than temporary between us seem impossible. It was the first time I'd ever had the feeling of missing someone I was still with.
Missing someone has to be one of the worst human emotions. All the other feelings like anger and fear and horror get some much more airplay, as if their intensity gives them more value, but whereas those emotions come in violent bursts and are gone again, the gnawing ache of loss has to be simply endured. It's like background noise, it's always there, it never goes away. You just have to try to block it out, distract yourself, hope that tomorrow the hole they left behind has grown a little smaller.
I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons.
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