Emily Giffin Quotes

Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.

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

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone.

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

He thought of her often, and he missed the companionship they'd once shared and the friendship that had been the bedrock of their marriage at its best.

Something that required the best of you has ended. You will miss it.

Nostalgia is something we think of as fuzzy. But it's pain. Pain concerning the past.

I miss the game - I miss it a lot.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

I miss the camera each moment and each day.

Being away from the game took a toll on my heart.

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn’t want to cause any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better than he wasn’t here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

Everything around me makes me miss you.

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

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

Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey

Would you tell Dank that I will alway love him? That I'm sorry that I can't leave here. I'm protecting those I love. But I will think of him every day and I will hum his song to myself every night as I go to sleep.

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

There is always something to miss, no matter where you are.

I had always been in love with him. I counted the lashes of each closed eye. He had been my almost, my might have been, and I did not want to leave him

..all I left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you. And I have to watch you from this distance, watch you achieve your dreams, live what seemed like this perfect life.

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.

homesickness is just a state of mind for me. i'm always missing someone or someplace or something, i'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. my life has been one long longing.