On Missing Them

"I have a growing queue of things I know will make you laugh and I don’t know where to put them."

[thelovejournals]

I’m afraid I won’t meet anyone else I can connect with. I’m scared it’ll be just you.

Sade Andria Zabala, Connection (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.

Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova  (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

Almost is the worst way to love someone.

Sue Zhao (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.

David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?

Maggie O’ Farrell, After You’d Gone. (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

I have made this mistake in my life…not once but twice I have loved someone more than my heart would bear.

Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong (via thelovejournals)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I always have such need to merely talk to you. Even when I have nothing to talk about – with you I just seem to go right ahead and sort of invent it. I invent it for you. Because I never seem to run out of tenderness for you and because I need to feel you near. Excuse the bad writing and excuse the emotional overflow. What I mean to say, perhaps, is that, in a way, I am never empty of you; not for a moment, an instant, a single second.

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West (via lehanewrites)

[thelovejournals]

It may have been in pieces, but I gave you the best of me.

Jim Morrison (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?

Maggie O'Farrell, After You’d Gone (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

I don’t love her any more, either. I don’t know. I do and I don’t. It varies. It fluctuates.

J.D. Salinger, “Pretty Mouth and Green My Eyes”  (via thelovejournals)

[aruani]

You were the only one I kneeled before. You made the warrior in me tired.

Caitlyn Siehl (via thoughtnatives)

[wordsnquotes]

Tell me where it hurts, she’d say. Stop howling. Just calm down and show me where. But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling.

Atwood, Margaret. The Blind Assassin. (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

God knows I didn’t mean to fall in love with her.

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via thelovejournals)

[wnq-writers]

I don’t sleep too much without her in my life, or in my bed. It seems I’m always wide awake. Her absence burns inside my head.

lonely-boiiii, Sleeping Habits (via unicyclehippo)

[wordsnquotes]

I may think of you softly from time to time. But I’ll cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.

Arthur Miller, The Crucible (via 4a0000)

[thelovejournals]

What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?

Maggie O'Farrell, After You’d Gone (via thelovejournals)

[5000letters]

I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… Not love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you.

Mhairi McFarlane - via 5000letters (via perfect)