Kip Moore Quotes

'Still Writing Songs About You' - that one hits me every time. For some reason, I really feel that song every time we play it. I just love the sound of it, and I feel like everybody probably has that person that they never fully forget or never can get past.

Ghost! I miss him! Is that weird? I miss him even though I invented him. I feel a lot of tenderness toward him. I don't write a lot of stuff that is sad or that is tender and affectionate, so that has a very special place in my heart.

You can miss someone every day and still be glad you don't have to see them.

For me, I still have feelings for all of my ex-girlfriends. In different parts of my life, I would miss that person. There's something that drew me to that person, and I shared something with them.

It's funny how you never think about the women you've had. It's always the ones who get away that you can't forget.

A first love always occupies a special place.

There is a phrase in French, which means 'to miss.' To pass by. To not be able to stop. You love someone and someone loves you, but it just can't work for different reasons.

What interests me is whatever it is that allows the heart to continue to yearn for something the intelligence knows is impossible to have: a lost love, a shelter from life's blows, the return of a time past, even a connection to the dead.

You can't fast-forward heartbreak, and you can't rewind love - and that's just one big bummer.

I'm one of the few people I've ever met who is blessed enough to be able to love the one who got away.

I am an incurable romantic. I am even in love with the idea of being in love, and hence, I write a lot of love songs.

I haven't dated anyone in the ten years since we lost Steve just because I feel a connection still with Steve.

D.C. is in my blood, my diction, my sensibility and style. I am, though, in love with a city that cannot fully love me back.

He wasn't mine anywhere except in my heart.

The truth is... I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart... and I never really got it back.

In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I'd write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you'd gone on with your life and I didn't want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn't ever want to lose that.

You want me to act like we've never kissed, you want to forget; pretend we've never met , and I've tried and I've tried, but I haven't yet... You walk by, and I fall to pieces.

. . .There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. . . Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.

That's the thing about letting old lovers go. You don't stop loving some of them. There are a couple you love no less than you ever did. Not to mention namesbut I'm still in love with a couple. You're not going to try and make it work again, but if they needed you, you'd drop everything.

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

I just need some time to get over all those years of having liked him

Last night I danced with a stranger, but she just reminded me you were the one.

Lost love is still love.

Tell me why you're so hard to forget. Don't remind me, I'm not over it. Tell me why, I can't seem to face the truth, I'm just a little too not over you.

The love we'd shared always burned within me, no matter how often I told myself to move on, no matter how much the world did think I'd moved on.