Taylor Swift Quotes

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.

I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone.

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around.

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

Since I can't be with you right now I will have to be content just dreaming about when we will be together again.

Separation is not the end of love; it creates love.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

There's a certain nostalgia and romance in a place you left.

Every play I write is about love and distance. And time. And from that we can get things like history.

Gone for a while Hoping, always, to return If you will let me

Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you.

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

I missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.

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

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

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

Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

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

You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing. An open window in a country house - , and you almost stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon, - you had just walked down them and vanished. And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening.

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.

I'll be back so soon you won't have time to miss me. Look after my heart I've left it with you