Quotes About Separation

I love music and I love musicians. I separate them. I'm a big fan of Lily Allen's music, but I'm not a fan of her personality. I differentiate the two.

I love you. I will love you till the stars crumble, which is a less idle threat than is usual to lovers on parting.

Love is just a hole in the wall.

I used to be scared of loosing you and it happened just as I had thought. I wonder if you ever feel hurt about having lost the love we had. Do you feel the pain that I feel?

No distance can keep anxious lovers long asunder.

To do what we love we miss the ones we love. Long distance letters and phone calls and anything to make the distance disappear! That's what this means to me.

Though your vulgarian does not readily admit that feelings can change overnight, certainly two lovers often part far more abruptly than they came together.

The hardest thing of love is to let go.

Distance sometimes endears friendships, and sweetens it - for separation from those we love shows us, by the loss, their real value and dearness to us.

You love him so much it feels like you can't go on without him. You feel like you might die without him.

Saying goodbye to the people you love isn't easy

To make a young couple love each other, it is only necessary to oppose and separate them.

...he was leaving me. I wondered if I should stop him. If I should wrestle him to the ground and force him to love me. I wanted to hold his shoulders down and shout into his face.

Real separation, to me, is the death of love. Any other - parting - well, it just isn't real.

Just because she's dead it doesn't mean I stopped loving her or that she stopped loving me. It's just her body that left. The love didn't. —Jenna Richards

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

is this fragile love/ a way/ to say/ goodbye

But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away.

The characters Im most emotionally involved with are like friends you leave behind when you move away. You dont see them regularly anymore, but you still love them and keep in touch.

I was once in love with books. Now they go their way and I go mine.

When my beloved arrives, I yawn. When my beloved departs, I weep.

If we didn't love things, then we couldn't feel their loss. The flip side of loving is losing. I mean, you can't experience one without the other.

We decided that sooner or later you had to learn to live without almost everybody, at least for a while. Even people you didn't think you could live without." p 167 love always found itself again.

Two are born to cross their paths, their lives, their hearts. If by chance, one turns away, they are they forever lost.