Michelle Branch Quotes

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

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.

so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

The game isn't the same when we're apart.

I was in a long-distance relationship. There's a lot of heartache in distance, and in proximity - those ideas you have when you're next to someone who you haven't seen in a month.

I cannot sleep in your presence In your absence, tears prevent me you watch me my beloved on each sleepiness night and Only you see the difference

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. But night comes and starts to sing to me.

Everything disturbs an absent lover.

I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples.

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

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.

I was glad to be with her, but it also kind of hurt, and it hurt when I wasn't with her, too.

It's been too many nights of being with to now be suddenly without.

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.

I missed the sound of her shuffling her homework while I listened to music on her bed. I missed the cold of her feet against my legs when she climbed into bed. I missed the shape of her shadow where it fell across the page of my book. I missed the smell of her hair and the sound of her breath and my Rilke on her nightstand and her wet towel thrown over the back of her desk chair. It felt like I should be sated after having a whole day with her, but it just made me miss her more.

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

I'm not alone, but I am lonely without you.

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

I know what it's like to be day and night now; always together, forever apart.

Your absence has gone through me

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

Alas, why are my nights all thus lost? Ah, why do I ever miss his sight whose breath touches my sleep?

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.

Why don't I watch the ocean?My lover's gone.No earthly ships will ever bring him home againbring him home again.