I Ll Miss You Quotes

He stopped and looked back at me "I love you too Pagan. I'll miss you. In every life.

I'll miss you most of all scarecrow.

Living in a place like Pakistan, very often you meet people who are migrating abroad. And sometimes you'll ask their parents, you know - you didn't try to stop them? Like, why didn't you say, don't go - I'll miss you? Stay with me. And, you know, people say, well, it's best for them. They have to go. And parents, you know, take on that sadness because they know it's better for their children if they leave.

You’ll be all right. You’re strong. I know you’ll be okay because I like you and you can’t like someone who doesn’t like themself. The people I fear for are the ones who I don’t like because they hate themselves so much they won’t let anyone else like them either. But I do like you. I’ll miss you. And I know you’ll be okay.

Goodbye. Thanks for your help... I... I'll miss you. -Rose to Mason

Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.

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

The return makes one love the farewell.

Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.

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

Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.

Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.

Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.

A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.

What I said was I’ll miss you what I meant to say was I love you what I wanted to say was that I meant what I said and it’s funny how all those things I could have said flooded my head after we said goodbye and I should have told you I’d be willing to hold you until my flesh crumbles into bone because I’m willing to die alone but god knows I don’t want to live that way.

I'll miss you forever.' Blake - Devil To Pay

The best things said come last. People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.

Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.

Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.

The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.

Some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle and end.

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.

Let's just hug already," he says. Keeping one hand firm on Caleb's arm, I wrapped my free arm around Zeke, and he does the same. When we break apart, I pull Caleb down the alley, and can't resist calling back, "I'll miss you." "You too, sweetie!" He grins, and his teeth are white in the twilight. They are the last thing I see of him before I have to turn and set out at a trot for the train.

Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.

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.

As contraries are known by contraries, so is the delight of presence best known by the torments of absence.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?