Charles Frohman Quotes

The return makes one love the farewell.

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

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

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

Austin is such a free and creative place, but I can't enjoy it as much because everyone I love is back in L.A.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

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

When you have really exhausted an experience you always reverence and love it.

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

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.

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

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

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.

Over the years I’ve collected a thousand memories of you, every glimpse, every word you’ve ever said to me. All those visits to your family’s home, those dinners and holidays—I could hardly wait to walk through the front door and see you.” The corners of his mouth quirked with reminiscent amusement. “You, in the middle of that brash, bull-headed lot…I love watching you deal with your family. You’ve always been everything I thought a woman should be. And I have wanted you every second of my life since we first met.

Distance is a great promoter of admiration.

What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.

Absence may or may not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly freshens the eye.

Distance makes everything beautiful.

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.

Drifting, On a sea of forgotten teardrops, On a lifeboat, Sailing for Your love

I thought I would spend the rest of my life searching for little reminders of you.

a kind of memory that tells us that what we're now striving for was once nearer and truer and attached to us with infinite tenderness. Here all is distance, there it was breath. After the first home the second one seems draughty and strangely sexed.