E. B. White Quotes

I have a group of friends that I'm pretty sentimental about.

You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

Sometimes I think my whole life has been about holding on to you.

I'm not afraid of the world. I'm afraid of a world without you.

Once I passed through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I Casually met there who detained me for love of me, Day by day and night by night we were together—all else Has long been forgotten by me, I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung To me, Again we wander, we love, we separate again, Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go, I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.

Once you have felt the Indian dust, you will never be free of it.

The fear of separation is all that unites.

I could look at you forever and never see the two of us together

She put her hand in his, and he clasped it firmly, knowing he had been waiting for her all his life.

His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.

I can’t think of you and myself apart. You and I are the same to me

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

I loved him so much, loved his fearlessness, his strength, even the ambition that would someday take him away from me.

Ty it well, and let it goe.

I wanted more of her, & no matter what happened between us, I already knew I’d never forget anything about her. As crazy as it sounded, she was becoming part of me, & I was already dreading the fact that we wouldn’t be able to spend the day together tomorrow. Or the day after, or the day after that. Maybe, I told myself, we could beat the odds

I felt like I was missing something. Missing you more. Missing whatever was going to happen next.

One day you will come to Montauk and see your dad playing the piano And see your other dad wearing glasses Hope that you will want to stay for a while Don't worry I know you'll have to go

Don't go where I can't follow!

It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.

For they might be parted for hundreds of years, she and Peter; she never wrote a letter and his were dry sticks; but suddenly it would come over her, If he were with me now what would he say? --some days, some sights bringing him back to her calmly, without the old bitterness; which perhaps was the reward of having cared for people; they came back in the middle of St. James's Park on a fine morning--indeed they did.

Although from you I far must roam, do not be broken hearted. We two, who in the souls are one, are never truly parted.

I missed him, of course, but sometimes close friendships have a tidal beat that pulls you towards different shores though the ocean that connects you remains.

I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you.

On the whole, love comes with the speed of light; separation, with that of sound.