Alfred de Musset Quotes

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.

This little ship you sent is more wonderful than the big one that takes me away from you.

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

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.

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

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

MUSIC I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate, All that was once so beautiful is dead. Your hands once touched this table and this silver,And I have seen your fingers hold this glass. These things do not remember you, beloved: And yet your touch upon them will not pass. For it was in my heart you moved among them,And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes.And in my heart they will remember always: They knew you once, O beautiful and wise!

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

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.

I love you. Remember. And someday, I will find you again.

I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life.

It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.

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

Michael and Alex, I love you. And we're going to have the biggest celebration when you get home.

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.

I will never forget my beautiful days with you in Shanklin, they are certainly the most pleasant ones of my life. Look, I have tears in my eyes just to think about it. I am furious to be here, it is the end of happiness for a whole year.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

When we were together, I loved you deeply and you gave me so much happiness I can never repay you.

If I knew I could never come back to Ireland, to England, I think I'd fall off the tree.

I think anybody who goes away finds you appreciate home more when you return.

Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye.

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself.

Homesickness is universal. But Neapolitan homesickness goes back further than the accidents of domicile. It is nostalgia for love and loss themselves, a soul-sickness caused by the very idea of leaving.