#someone

Miller is not really a writer but a non-stop talker to whom someone has given a typewriter. ↗

— Gerald Brenan

#miller #non-stop #really #someone #talker

Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it’s own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#heartbreak #jamie-weise #love #missing-someone #missing-you

When we are angry or depressed in our creativity, we have misplaced our power. We have allowed someone else to determine our worth, and then we are angry at being undervalued. ↗

— Julia Margaret Cameron

#angry #being #creativity #depressed #determine

I don't know you. I'll give you that very easily. I DON'T know you. I only know things about you, the colour of your hair, the shape of your shoulders, the pools of brown eye, very seductive. I know your temperament. I know some of your expressions. I have a collection of words written by you. You share a few ideas. You use too many adjectives. But I don't know anything about who, exactly, you are, in fact. ↗

— Bill Shapiro

#love

But common sense has not place in first love and never has. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#first-love #loving-someone #love

So," he said as we turned onto the main road, the muffler rattling, "I've been thinking." "Yeah?" He nodded. "You really need to go out with me." I blinked. "I'm sorry?" "You know. You, me. A restaurant or movie. Together." He glanced over, shifting gears. "Maybe it's a new concept for you? If so, I'll be happy to walk you through it." "You want to take me to a movie?" I asked. "Well, not really," he said. "What I really want is for you to be my girlfriend. But I though saying that might scare you off. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#love #sarah-dessen #what-happened-to-goodbye #love

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#lives #most #opinions #other #passions

I can't take not knowing what the next day will bring- the uncertainty is sawing me in two. The room is dark. A flickering candle burns on the window ledge a few feet away. I take a deep breath, which is to say, as deep a breath as I can take. "Are you okay?" Sarah asks. I wrap my arms around her. "I miss you," I say. "You miss me? But I'm right here." "That's the worst way to miss somebody. When they' re right beside you and you miss them anyway. ↗

— Pittacus Lore

#uncertainty

There will always be a part of you that misses her. You'll see something that reminds you of her and want to tell her about it, only to realize she's not there anymore. Then you'll feel her loss all over again. (Ravyn) You're not helping me, Ravyn. (Jack) I know, buddy. But you will eventually make peace with yourself, and that's the most important thing. Eventually, you'll even be able to smile again when you think about her. (Ravyn) ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#death #death-of-a-loved-one #loss #love #missing-someone

Once someone asked me three words that best describe me and I said 'Loud, Louder, and Loudest'! ↗

— Anastacia

#best #describe #i #loud #louder