You Left Me Quotes

Father, you left me, but I never left you.

You left me, ripped out my heart, and then came back acting like a robot, and you know what? We made it through. You and I, good or bad, belong together. We make each other whole.

I search my brain for the truth. “I want it more than anything, just as long as you promise me one thing.” “And what’s that?” “That if at any time it gets to be too much for you, you’ll leave me—walk away and get out.” “That will never happen,” he guarantees me. “You need to give me some credit. You left me, ripped out my heart, and then came back acting like a robot, and you know what? We made it through. You and I, good or bad, belong together. We make each other whole.

You left me for a dream you had to follow, but I thought goodbye wouldn't last that long.

Open the fridge and put My heart on a plate. I'm just as you left me, and I taste even better leftover.

You are the dream I live with; you are the wish I'd made, the name I always whisper in every prayer I pray ... now that you left me, while you forget me, I'll hold you in my dreams.

I lost you when you left me to find yourself.

I have stayed in the same position where you left me, so that you can find me again.

Ever since the day you left me, I've been so miserable, my dear. I feel almost as bad as I did when you were still here.

Last night you left me and slept your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn and turn. I say, 'You and I will be together till the Universe dissolves.' You mumble back things you thought of when you were drunk.

You remember the night that you left me, you put me in my place. Got you in a stranglehold now baby, gonna crush your face.

I've been camping and stuff, but if you left me in the woods I'd probably just curl up and cry until someone found me.

You left me." Not realizing until I've said my final good-bye and closed the door behind me, that he's not referring to the past. He's prophesying our future.

If I sing "you broke my heart, you left me flat," everyone knows exactly what that means - they know the story. But if I sing a line that's plaintive or wailing, people can experience their own set of emotions and their own story. Each of us might give that phrase a different meaning. It's open to interpretation, and one song becomes a thousand songs. I love that.

You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.

I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me.

I was born when you kissed me.

You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me.

I know you left me once, but I came right back to find you. Even though I like being in your past, you got a bright future behind you.

You were the one who changed us when you left me in the tree house; and you keep thinking that if you push hard enough, you can make everything go back to before that moment. It doesn't work that way. Give me a chance to choose you.

You were so busy trying to be my savior that you left me all alone.

You can't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different.

I could try to pretend that I didn't care anymore, but it could never be true again. You can't just make yourself matter, and then die, Alaska, because now, I am irretrievably different, and I'm sorry I let you go, yes, but you made the choice.

You can't just make yourself matter and then die, Alaska, because now I am irretrievably different, and I'm sorry I let you go, yes, but you made the choice. You left me Perhapsless, stuck in your goddamned labyrinth. And now I don't even know if you chose the straight and fast way out, if you left me like this on purpose. And so I never knew you, did I? I can't remember, because I never knew.

The evening light was like honey in the trees When you left me and walked to the end of the street Where the sunset abruptly ended. The wedding-cake drawbridge lowered itself To the fragile forget-me-not flower. You climbed aboard. Burnt horizons suddenly paved with golden stones, Dreams I had, including suicide, Puff out the hot-air balloon now. It is bursting, it is about to burst

I'm not particularly inventive. If you left me in а room and told me to write a novel, I wouldn't be able to do it. But if you gave me two years in a public library around the corner, I could. It all comes from sort of mixing the true and the invented. I'm not a fabulist. I'm more of a reporter.

I need you because I love you.