Ill Miss You Quotes

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

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

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

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

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

I’ll miss you forever.’ Blake – Devil To Pay

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

I’ll miss you most of all scarecrow.

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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?

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

The return makes one love the farewell.

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

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

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

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

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

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.

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

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