Jonathan Carroll Quotes

I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same. I think of you once against a sky line: and on the hill that Sunday morning. The light and the shadow and quietness and the rain and the wood. And you. Your arms and lips and hair and shoulders and voice - you.

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

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.

Make me remember you like you remember me.

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

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

Dear Sweetheart, do you ever think of me? Just the other day I was thinking of you. I'm pretty sure it was you.

Every day I'll wear your memory like a favorite shirt upon my back

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

Long since, the desert wind wiped away our footprints in the sand. But at every second of my existence, I remember what happened, and you still walk in my dreams and in my reality. Thank you for having crossed my path.

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

There is so little to remember of anyone - an anecdote, a conversation at a table. But every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh, and that the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with dreaming habitual fondness not having meant to keep us waiting long.

Everything can be killed except nostalgia for the kingdom, we carry it in the color of our eyes, in every love affair, in everything that deeply torments and unties and tricks.

When I die Dublin will be written in my heart.

If you want someone to miss you, go secretly and spray your fragrance somewhere.

I have loved eight women in my life. I remember every woman's face.

It's true what they say: 'You don't appreciate what you've got until it's gone.' I miss love. I miss being looked after.

When you love something, it never goes away.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

When you don't experience something for a long time you realize how much you love it and how much you miss it.

I'm a deeply romantic person, nostalgic to a fault.

I think about my mom every day.

There’s something beautiful and very circular about passing by something that was important to the person you loved, or touching something that once meant something to him — that brings me some peace.

Let us drink together, fellows, as we did in days of yore. And still enjoy the golden hours that Fortune has in store; The absent friends remembered be, in all that’s sung or said, And Love immortal consecrate the memory of the dead.