Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.
Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.
The best things said come last. People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart.
The return makes one love the farewell.
As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.
Man's feelings are always purest and most glowing in the hour of meeting and of farewell.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending.
As contraries are known by contraries, so is the delight of presence best known by the torments of absence.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
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