Simone Elkeles Quotes

I dote on his very absence.

I have stayed these years in my hovel because of you. I have taught myself languages because of you. I have made my body strong because I thought you might be pleased by a strong body. I have lived my life with only the prayer that some sudden dawn you might glance in my direction. I have not known a moment in years when the sight of you did not send my heart careening against my rib cage. I have not known a night when your visage did not accompany me to sleep. There has not been a morning when you did not flutter behind my waking eyelids.

I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum’thing has always been and always will be you.

For three months, a person sits and looks at you, imagining a kiss.

There are things I miss," you said. "But if I didn't have you, I'd miss more.

But that mimosa grove-the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, and the ache remained with me, and that little girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue haunted me ever since-until at last, twenty-four years later, I broke her spell by incarnating her in another.

I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

Okay I'll be honest girl I can't lie I miss you.

I would love to re-visit Darla. I miss her. I really do.

I feel perhaps my heart is still in China.

I like missing someone and being missed; I like looking forward to seeing him again. I like getting emails and texts with lots of xxx's.

Romance is thinking about your significant other, when you are supposed to be thinking about something else.

I used to have a big crush on Andie MacDowell.

Yes, my heart is in Madrid.

I never have crushes, apart from my husband Michael, I guess, because I was obsessed with him, and I didn't speak to him for nearly a year. I kept going into the restaurant where he worked to look at him.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

I was not yet in love, yet I loved to love...I sought what I might love, in love with loving.

Today I will go to wait for her again, because I cannot help it, because my whole being seems now to be bound up in the being of one so different from myself and yet so exquisitely familiar that I can scarely understand what has happened.

When I dream, I dream of him.

There's no ifs and buts or maybes, you're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my loving.

But Anne, do you love him?" I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. "I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch.

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

You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

She was still under the spell of her infatuation. She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing itself upon her. It was not that she dwelt upon details of their acquaintance, or recalled in any special or peculiar way his personality; it was his being, his existence, which dominated her thought, fading sometimes as if it would melt into the mist of the forgotten, reviving again with an intensity which filled her with an incomprehensible longing.