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Quotations about Missing Someone

Is there nowhere left a spot
      Where the thought of you is not?
      I have sought it everywhere,
      Woods and waters, field and air...
I have tried to think on Heaven,
      White-clad angels, souls forgiven—
      What are all such holy things?
      Only thoughts of you—with wings!
~Margaret Widdemer (1884–1978), "Thought of You," The Factories, With Other Lyrics, 1915

I have been standing at the window all this time, my soul stretched towards you... ~Juliette Drouet, letter to Victor Hugo, 1833

Kindred hearts no distance parts. ~James Lendall Basford (1845–1915), Seven Seventy Seven Sensations, 1897

It is dismal coming home, when there is nobody to welcome one! ~Ann Radcliffe, The Mysteries of Udolpho, 1794

And the nights grow cold without you
and the world is filled with the anguish of my loneliness
and the stars join me in sorrow while I long without wearying
to hold you once more in my arms,
to embrace you, and kiss you, and love you.
~Morris Hyman, M.D. (b.1908), letter to wife Shirley during World War II, read by Shirley L. Hyman in 2014 video "Shirley and Moe" produced by Brandon Stanton for Humans of New York,

It seems ages since you have left me, yet only a few hours have dragged their heavy weight since we clung and parted... The trees seem to hang motionless in the dead atmosphere; the birds do not sing. I am bereaved, and nature herself seems to be a mourner with me... My lips are cold, my arms are empty, and the night is long. ~Laura L. Livingstone (Herbert Dickinson Ward), Lauriel: The Love Letters of an American Girl, 1901

All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.
~William Shakespeare

I am eagerly awaiting... to see you. Until then, I love you, I love you, I love you. ~Juliette Drouet, letter to Victor Hugo, 1851, translated by Theodora Davidson

Life flings miles and years between us,
      It is true,—
But brings never to me dearer
      Friends than you!
~Dorothy Scarborough, Humorous Ghost Stories, 1921

In th' morning, in th' evening,
      In th' middle o' th' day—
It doesn't seem to matter much—
      For whenever you're away,
I'm a-thinking, an' a-fretting,
      An' a-sighing for you, dear,
An' my heart it just keeps aching,
      For I'm wishing you were here.
~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "I'm Wishing You Were Here," Smiles and Sighs, 1910

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 every where!
~William Shakespeare

Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes. ~Henry David Thoreau, letter to Lidian Jackson Emerson, 1843 May 22nd

If I had a single flower for every time I think of you, I could walk forever in my garden. ~Claudia Adrienne Grandi, 1992  [Thank you,! —tg]

Within you I lose myself...
Without you I find myself
Wanting to be lost again.
~Author unknown

Gone, and the light gone with her and left me in shadow here!
      Gone — flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun from the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart, and storm in the air!
~Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "The Window: Or, The Songs of the Wrens," 1870, written for the music of Arthur Sullivan

Absence from whom we love is worse than death,
And frustrates hope severer than despair.
~William Cowper, "To Delia"

To the lover waiting for his love no sound is sadder than the tardy striking of the hours. ~W. Somerset Maugham, 1900

Thou perchance art thinking now
      As I think of thee,
And our thoughts in heaven above
      Meet invisibly.
~J.J. Britton (1832–1913), "To C.E.S.: A Thought"

I am afflicted, afflicted, afflicted!
Sleep has deserted my eyes
Through my longing for Thee...
~Rumi, translated by Edward Henry Whinfield

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn. ~Emily Dickinson, 1885

On rapid pinions Time has wing'd his flight,
      The sweet remembrance now survives alone,
      Like a fair dream with fragrance all its own,
      A sacred legacy of past delight.
      I tasted those sweet hours! oh! well for me
      That my heart strove to reach its lofty goal,
      'Tis thy sweet image floats around my soul...
Thou beamest in the morning's rosy light,
      I see thee in the starry host by night,
      Thy form is mirror'd in the crystal lake;
      The spring's soft splendour breathes of thee alone,
      The fountain murmurs forth thy silvery tone,
      And 'tis thy name the gentle echoes wake.
~Theodor Körner (1791–1813), "Lines from Afar," A Selection from the Poems and Dramatic Works of Theodor Körner, 1850, translated from the German by an unnamed female translator

No distance of place, or lapse of time, can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth. ~Robert Southey

I live alone, but I am never lonely
In these luxuriant chambers filled with flowers,
Italian vases, old engravings, pictures.
Surrounded with these relics of past ages,
That still retain the odour of your presence,
I live alone, but I am never lonely...
For you are here and you will never leave me,
And time can touch me not, nor any sorrow.
~George Moore, "The Portrait: The Triumph of the Soul," Pagan Poems, 1881

Let us thank God... that we can love our friends, our brothers and our sisters, and weep when they are gone, and smile at their return. It is indeed a joy which we are blest to know. ~Emily Dickinson, letter to brother, 1854

Every minute you're not with me,
      I can't seem to understand
Th' reason you're not near to me,
      Just a-holding o' my hand;
An' th' world grows terrible dreary—
      Loses all its warmth an' cheer;
It's a-cause I'm mighty lonesome,
      For I'm wishing you were here.
~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "I'm Wishing You Were Here," Smiles and Sighs, 1910

Love reckons Hours for Months, and Days for Years:
And every little Absence is an Age.
~John Dryden, Amphitryon

The Face we choose to miss,
Be it but for a day –
As absent as a hundred years
When it has rode away.
~Emily Dickinson, 1855

My heart responds most warm with thine
      To pray and hope each day
No heart can feel more deep than mine
      If near—or far away.
~Samuel Woodhull, 1851

How my heart knocked at my ribs when we parted. ~Kate Stephens, A Woman's Heart, 1906

Another day, another pang that you are afar. ~Byron Caldwell Smith (1849–1877), letter to Kate Stephens (1853–1938)

I think of you, dear, in the morning,
When the sun rises over the hill,
To bid the fair world to awaken,
To glorify each rook and rill.
~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "When I Think of You," Smiles and Sighs, 1910

I think of you, dear, when the sunshine,
Maturing the day by its glow,
Mellows the afternoon breezes
That kiss and caress as they blow.
~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "When I Think of You," Smiles and Sighs, 1910

I think of you, dear, in the twilight,
When stars dot the heavens so blue;
'Tis then that I see in the gloaming
The image, dear girlie, of you.
~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "When I Think of You," Smiles and Sighs, 1910

So you see that I think of you always,
From daybreak 'till darkness of night;
And then through the long weary hours
I dream of you, deary, 'till light.
~W. Dayton Wegefarth (1885–1973), "When I Think of You," Smiles and Sighs, 1910

Every parting is a form of death — as every reunion is a type of heaven. ~Amelia B. Edwards, My Brother's Wife, 1855

Just thinking of you — missing you —
      Just want to say "Hello" —
Being friends with you means more
      Than you will ever know.
~Current ®, "Thinking of You," from Post-A-Note postcards, circa 1950s–1970s,

When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me,
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?
~Amy Lowell, "The Taxi"

So long as I know you are in the city, I am not lonely. The air I breathe seems impregnated with your breath, and I am happy and contented to await your coming... But when you are out of town the whole world seems depopulated... I hurried home and hid myself in these rooms, so full of memories of you. ~Ella Wheeler Wilcox, "One Man and One Woman," Mal Moulée, 1886

The winter wind is wailing, sad and low,
Across the lake and through the rustling sedge;
The splendour of the golden after-glow,
Gleams through the blackness of the great yew hedge;
And this I read on earth and in the sky—
"We ought to be together, you and I."
~Henry Alford, "Together," 1884

My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear,
My ear is tired, waiting for your call;
I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer,
Heart, soul, and senses need you, one and all.
I droop without your full frank sympathy—
We ought to be together, you and I.
~Henry Alford, "Together," 1884

Life is so short, so fast the lone hours fly—
We ought to be together, you and I.
~Henry Alford, "Together," 1884

If you should go away, away,
Spring would not come this year or next.
True, hills would grow greener each day,
And the blood of trees, on pretext
Of spring, would burst through swollen tips.
But that would be the season's all.
If you should take away your lips
Unanswered would go the bird's call...
~Cave Outlaw, "So Much," Fugitive Hour, 1950

What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?...
~Frances Anne Kemble, "Absence"

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. ~Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook, 1996

I miss you always and every day
But when I search my heart for you
I find that you never went away
~Terri Guillemets

Little cramped words scrawling all over the paper
Like draggled fly's legs,
What can you tell of the flaring moon
Through the oak leaves?
Or of my uncurtained window and the bare floor
Spattered with moonlight?
Your silly quirks and twists have nothing in them
Of blossoming hawthorns,
And this paper is dull, crisp, smooth, virgin of loveliness
Beneath my hand.
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against
The want of you;
Of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.
And I scald alone, here under the fire
Of the great moon.
~Amy Lowell, "The Letter," 1915

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "To —"

We only part to meet again. ~John Gay (1685–1732), "Black-ey'd Susan"

When you are not at hand to kiss away my fears I cannot choose but be wretched. ~Byron Caldwell Smith (1849–1877), letter to Kate Stephens (1853–1938)

I send you a thousand kisses for good-by and a thousand hopes for us both. I shall think of you every moment, and sometimes speak your name, half dreaming you are not so far away from this dull room. ~Kate Stephens, A Woman's Heart, 1906

Don't be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends. ~Richard Bach, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah, 1977

Absence diminishes small loves and moderate passions, and it increases great ones — as the wind blows out candles but adds fury to fire. ~François VI, duc de La Rochefoucauld (1613–1680)

I love you, write to me... Give me news of yourself. ~George Sand, letters to Gustave Flaubert, 1870s, translated by Aimee L. McKenzie

It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs. ~Eric Hoffer, Reflections on the Human Condition, 1973

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