Taylor Swift Quotes

Your absence has gone through me

When you left on Saturday, I felt a horrible void, I saw you everywhere, on the beach, in your room, in the garden: impossible for me to get used to the idea that you had left.

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

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.

For Beatrice, summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you, is even colder.

I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone.

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around.

I missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.

But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.

My heart wont let you go, and I need you to know, I miss you.

I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn't be fair on my part.

When a person that one loves is in the world and alive and well, and pleased to be in the world, then to miss them is only a new flavor, a salt sharpness in experience. It is when the beloved is unhappy or maimed or troubled that one misses with pain.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

There is one pain, I often feel, which you will never know. It's caused by the absence of you.

Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.

A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty.

Was it love when somebody filled a space in your life that yawned inside you, once they had gone?

I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

I think of you, I dream of you, I conjure you up when I need you most. This is all I can do, but to me it isn't enough. It will never be enough, this I know; yet what else is there for me to do? If you were here, you would tell me, but I have been cheated of even that. You always knew the proper words to ease the pain I felt. You always knew how to make me feel good inside.