Anne Rice Quotes

He Kept recalling her lying on his bed; she reminded him of no one in his former life.

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

I sometimes think the stronger you feel about someone, the harder it is to picture their face when you are away from them.

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.

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

When I was flying to Rome, we flew over London; I felt like bursting into tears. It's part of me, so I can't leave London behind for good.

There has not been one day since I left that I have not thought about Haiti.

I was gutted to leave my boyfriend at home when I started my tour, but taking my pillow was like taking a little bit of him with me.

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

He thinks about her, at this moment, in her house, a few thin walls away, packing her life into boxes and bags and he wonders what memories she is rediscovering, what thoughts are catching in her mouth like the dust blown from unused textbooks. He wonders if she has buried any traces of herself under her floorboards. He wonders what those traces would be if she had. And he wonders again why he thinks about her so much when he knows so little to think about.

I miss everything about you. Can't believe that I still want youAnd after all the things we've been through.

So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here...in my arms.

For me, a place unvisited is like an unrequited love. A dull ache that- try as you might to think it away, to convince yourself that she really wasn't the right country for you- just won't leave you in peace.

When I see ya baby girl, I miss feelin on ya. I miss everything that's real about ya and that's everything about ya, that's just how I feel about ya

You will remember this when all else fades, this moment, here, together, by this well. There will be certain days, and certain nights, you’ll feel my presence near you, hear my voice. You’ll think you have imagined it and yet, inside you, you will catch an answering cry. On April evenings, when the rain has ceased, your heart will shake, you’ll weep for nothing, pine for what’s not there. For you, this life will never be enough, there will forever be an emptiness, where once the god was all in all in you.

But as was so often the case, it was the one person missing who you thought about more than the ones who were right in front of you.

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

I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.

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

My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again.

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

I only miss you when I'm breathing.

I miss my father. I miss my grandfather. I miss my home. And I miss my mother. But the thing is, for almost three years, I managed not to miss any of them. And then I spent that one day with that one girl. One day ... It was like she gave me her whole self, and somehow as a result, I gave her more of myself than I even realized there was to give. But then she was gone. And only after I'd been filled up by her, by that day, did I understand how empty I really was.

I miss us, too. I always have, and probably always will

There is a general place in your brain, I think, reserved for melancholy of relationships past. It grows and prospers as life progresses, forcing you finally, against your better judgment, to listen to country music.