Judith McNaught Quotes

For Beatrice, summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you, is even colder.

i miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.

How can you miss someone who’s right beside you?

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

Hatred is love frustrated.

I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park. Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much.

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

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.

I swore that I would never say I miss you more everyday but, some things are better left unsaid.

How is it possible to miss a woman whom you kept at a distance, so that when she was gone you would not miss her?

I'd missed Annabeth probably more than I wanted to admit.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.

I only miss you when I'm breathing.

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

Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.

I want you more than I should," she heard herself say. "I have you less than I want.

Huging my pillow to my chest, I told myself, At least soon you won't have so much time to miss him. Soon school will start again, and then you'll be busier. Wait. Am I reduced to HOPING for school to start? Somehow, I have discovered a whole new level of pathetic.

Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.

It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.

And while he was doing those things, he thought about Allie and the love that was missing from both their lives.

And she loved a man who was made out of nothing. A few hours without him and right away she’d be missing him with her whole body, sitting in her office surrounded by polyethylene and concrete and thinking of him. And every time she’d boil water for coffee in her ground-floor office, she’d let the steam cover her face, imagining it was him stroking her cheeks, her eyelids and she’d wait for the day to be over, so she could go to her apartment building, climb the flight of stairs, turn the key in the door, and find him waiting for her, naked and still between the sheets of her empty bed.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, wishing sincerely that Rhiannon would get hit by a bus.

I'm weak cause I believe you and I'm mad because I love.

After everything that happened, how could I miss him? But I did, I did.

Your absence has gone through me