Mary Doria Russell Quotes

A part of me will stay at La Real and San Sebastian.

For me, I still have feelings for all of my ex-girlfriends. In different parts of my life, I would miss that person. There's something that drew me to that person, and I shared something with them.

The things we truly love stay with us always, locked in our hearts as long as life remains.

When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I'm falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.

You were the best friend I ever had, Allie. I'd still like to be friends, even if you are engaged, and even if it is just for a couple of days.

Then I turned the page and at the top it said THINGS I MISS ABOUT M and there was a list of 15 things, and the first was THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS. I did not understand how you can miss the way somebody holds things.

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

I had always been in love with him. I counted the lashes of each closed eye. He had been my almost, my might have been, and I did not want to leave him

Once I passed through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I Casually met there who detained me for love of me, Day by day and night by night we were together—all else Has long been forgotten by me, I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung To me, Again we wander, we love, we separate again, Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go, I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.

I love people, but I love the thought and memory of them just as much.

I want my friend to miss me as long as I miss him.

It's not a struggle, but sometimes when you're gone for a month or two, you start to miss your friends. I love acting so much that it fills that gap of being sad about not being able to see my friends.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.

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

If you were falling in love and you could go back in time and relive a day and see the banal things you did that you'd forgotten about, you'd weep, looking at that day.

You - I don't think anybody ever forgets the first person they fell in love with. That's something that everybody remembers, and it doesn't matter what the time period is or where; I mean, those feelings are always the same.

Delhi is my emotional home. I still dream of owning a home there.

When you love something, it never goes away.

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

If you think back to your first love, you always remember them and little things always remind you of them.

A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.

Yes, the meeting of dear friends atones for the regret of separation; and like it so much enhances affection, that after absence one wonders how one has been able to stay away from them so long.

He was a super shiny boy and I liked the shape of him. Under the blanket. In the shower. I liked his shadow on the street and his imprint on the sofa. I hated the smell of hair gel on his head, but I loved it on the pillow. I love the smell of losing someone.

All that you've loved is all you own