Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.

Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.

You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness.

I think about you constantly, whether it's with my mind or my heart.

It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.

Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.

If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.