Long-Distance Love

I love you. I used to pity your sorrow. But now, were you sorrowless, without fear or any lack, still i would love you. J. R. R.

 

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.

But, once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue to exist, a wonderful living side by side can grow up, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole and against a wide sky!

She has always been there, my darling.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.

In a month, in a year, how will we bear that so many seas separate me from you?

On the whole, love comes with the speed of light; separation, with that of sound.

’Tis sweet to think, that, where’er we rove, / We are sure to find something blissful and dear, / And that, when we re far from the lips we love, / We’ve but to make love to the lips we are near.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.

When you are in Rome you long to be in the country, and when you are in the country you praise the distant town to the skies.

I thought I told you to wait in the car.

Your travel life has the aspect of a dream. It is something outside the normal, yet you are in it. It is peopled with characters you have never seen before and in all probability will never see again. It brings occasional homesickness, and loneliness, and pangs of longing... But you are like the Vikings who have gone into a world of adventure, and home is not home until you return.

And o’er the hills and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Through all the world she followed him.

 

Someday, before we all die, perhaps I shall get from home a letter in which all the news will be pleasant. 1 never have thus far.

How great love is, presence best trial makes, / But absence tries how long this love will be.

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in life.

Everything disturbs an absent lover.

He seems so near, and yet so far.

 

Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.

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

Those who are absent, by its means become present; it [mail] is the consolation of life.

Love all love of other sights controls, and makes one little room an everywhere.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.