Nicholas Sparks Quotes

No matter how far apart we are, don't forget that we're still under the same sky, both traveling to the place we once dreamed of.

And he wrote, "When the moon rises tonight think of me and I'll think of you.

The moon, too, abases her subjects, but in the daytime she is ridiculous. Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand, arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity, white and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide. No day is safe from news of you, walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night.

We'd said we'd keep in touch. But touch is not something you can keep; as soon as it's gone, it's gone. We should have said we'd keep in words, because they are all we can string between us--words on a telephone line, words appearing on a screen.

Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him. Some night these thoughts, separated by miles and time zones, occur at the same objective moment, and Ray and Mirabelle are connected without ever knowing it.

Your body is away from me, but there is a window open from my heart to yours.

And I loved this moment for all it's pain...We seemed for a moment like two parts of the same thing.

There were times Ruma felt closer to her mother in death than she had in life, an intimacy born simply of thinking of her so often, of missing her. But she knew that this was an illusion, a mirage, and that the distance between them was now infinite, unyielding.

Dear John, tell me everything. Write it all down, that way, we’ll be with each other all the time, even if we’re not with each other at all.

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

Although from you I far must roam, do not be broken hearted. We two, who in the souls are one, are never truly parted.

We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move,—and you be stiff and still! That I could speak,—and you perforce be dumb! I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof In some firm fabric, woven in and out; Your golden filaments in fair design Across my duller fibre.

Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.

What I've learned is that at the end of the day, we are all human. We all have that in common.

I'm in you, you're in me.

She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.” Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover that.

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 that idea of being far away from the people that you love is something that everyone can relate to.

Sydney discovers that she minds the loss of her mourning. When she grieved, she felt herself to be intimately connected to Daniel. But with each passing day, he floats away from her. When she thinks about him now, it is more as a lost possibility than as a man. She has forgotten his breath, his musculature.

There's something really nice about missing the person you're with. To have someone be apart enough to force independence and to also look forward to seeing that person.

Ten long trips around the sun since I last saw that smile, but only joy and thankfulness that on a tiny world in the vastness, for a couple of moments in the immensity of time, we were one.

Music links us humans, heart to heart...Across time and space, and life and death.