Jorge Luis Borges Quotes

Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass, and I'm home bound. Staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making a way, through the crowd. And I need you, and I miss you, and now I wonder... If I could fall, into the sky. do you think time, would pass me by? 'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles, if I could, just see you tonight.

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

I miss you." "That's stupid," she said. "I saw you this morning." "It's not the time," Levi said, and she could hear that he was smiling." It's the distance.

A decade is a very long time to be away from somebody.

When you are alone - at sea, in the polar dark - an absence can keep you alive. The one you love maintains your mind. But when she's merely across the city, this is an absence that eats you to the bone.

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

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

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

How can you miss someone who’s right beside you?

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

I miss you already I don’t need to leave. I can stay. . . . Mmmm.

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.

Alice suspected Paul couldn’t really picture his father, just like she couldn’t picture Paul when he was away. Maybe that was the case with people you wanted more than was good for you.

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.

Nothing reopens the springs of love so fully as absence, and no absence so thoroughly as that which must needs be endless.

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

I am thinking of you in my sleepless solitude tonight.

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.

The absence of the beloved, short though it may last, always lasts too long.

When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you're not here, I can't go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

I feel perhaps my heart is still in China.

I'd excluded New York from my writing, and then I came back and I fell in love with it all over again. The energy comes from an absence, that yearning for New York when you are not there.

I miss my parents a lot. I obviously don't see them loads anyway because they live up north. But knowing that they're only a couple of hours away is a lot different than knowing that they're 12 hours away.