Miguel de Cervantes Quotes

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.

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.

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

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

You kill me, Rose," he said melodramatically. "Every day is agony without you. Empty. Alone. I pine for you, wondering if you're even still alive.

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.

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

Authors and lovers always suffer some infatuation, from which only absence can set them free.

When I wake you're never there, but when I sleep you're everywhere.

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.

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

I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up.

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

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

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.

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.

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

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.

I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.

I miss my mother very, very much.