Joe Swanberg Quotes

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

I don't know if you're married, but sometimes there are times where one is really together with their partner. And then there are times when you're both just in your own thing, but you're there together.

Friendship, like love, is destroyed by long absence, though it may be increased by short intermissions.

Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.

Absence does not so much make the heart grow fonder as give the heart time to integrate what it has not previously absorbed, time to make sense of what happened too quickly to have any meaning in the instant. This is always true. If it is in absence that people forget each other, it is also in the quiet pause of absence that, minds running in symmetry, people come to know each other; there is sometimes as much intimacy in the span of continents as in the shared hours before dawn.

I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.

I'm always on the phone because I'm usually not with the people I want to be with.

The best thing is being really close. The worst thing is being really close.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

To grow mature is to separate more distinctly, to connect more closely.

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

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.

For when two beings who are not friends are near each other there is no meeting, and when friends are far apart there is no separation.

I was in a long-distance relationship. There's a lot of heartache in distance, and in proximity - those ideas you have when you're next to someone who you haven't seen in a month.

You get away from something long enough, you miss it. You get hungry for it.

We don't get home enough.

You don't fully appreciate your band until you're away from them.

The best thing in the world is to put two characters who hate each other side by side. Or put two people who love each other far away, so they have to reach for each other with their looks.

Your absence has not taught me how to be alone, it merely has shown that when together we cast a single shadow on the wall

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children.

You been gone too long, Sula. Not too long, but maybe too far.

I wish we didn't live so far apart... You're kind of addicting.