The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.
Things must be felt with the heart.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder.
The simple lack of her is more to me than others' presence.
If you listen to the wind very carefully, you'll be able to hear me whisper my love for you.
The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.
Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.
This is the sad bed of chosen chastity because you are miles and mountains away.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than it was because he was he, and I was I.
Some women love only what they can hold in their arms; others, only what they can't.
Distance does not break off the friendship absolutely, but only the activity of it.
I thought of the words of the Renaissance philosopher Michel de Montaigne. "If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away- and leaves behind only silence.
or simply:
