Jim Butcher Quotes

I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life.

It's not the same without Jerry. It never will be.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

I do not believe that friends are necessarily the people you like best, they are merely the people who got there first.

No man is so perfect, so necessary to his friends, as to give them no cause to miss him less.

This house was our dream-the gardens, the study, even the swimming pool. Even though I can't see John when I wake up in the morning, I can always feel him here with me.

I think 'Lost' is like losing a friend or a relative or someone. You can't replace it with another one.

When I think about my late grandmother and how she used to talk to me, I become very emotional.

I used to watch 'Last Comic Standing' with my mom before she passed. So when I got that red envelope, I was extremely emotional.

MUSIC I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate, All that was once so beautiful is dead. Your hands once touched this table and this silver,And I have seen your fingers hold this glass. These things do not remember you, beloved: And yet your touch upon them will not pass. For it was in my heart you moved among them,And blessed them with your hands and with your eyes.And in my heart they will remember always: They knew you once, O beautiful and wise!

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

All I can say is, it's a sort of kinship, as though there is a family tree of grief. On this branch, the lost children, on this the suicided parents, here the beloved mentally ill siblings. When something terrible happens, you discover all of the sudden that you have a new set of relatives, people with whom you can speak in the shorthand of cousins.

One day you're there and then all of a sudden, there's less of you. And you wonder where that part went. If it's living somewhere outside of you. And you keep thinking maybe you'll get it back. And then you realize it's just gone.

I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.

Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.

I began to measure things in absence instead of presence.

Childhood feels so permanent, like it's the entire world, and then one day it's over and you're shoveling wet dirt onto your father's coffin, stunned at the impermanence of everything.

In everyone's life there are people who stay and people who go and people who are taken against their will.

Sometimes funerals can be good. It reunites you with your cousins you haven't seen in a while.

I miss my father. I miss my grandfather. I miss my home. And I miss my mother. But the thing is, for almost three years, I managed not to miss any of them. And then I spent that one day with that one girl. One day ... It was like she gave me her whole self, and somehow as a result, I gave her more of myself than I even realized there was to give. But then she was gone. And only after I'd been filled up by her, by that day, did I understand how empty I really was.

[T]hese last few days where I've moped around damn near depressed for real, because of people who do not exist. Not really. I can buy them Christmas presents, but there is no way to send them. Sometimes I feel like I should be able to walk into the next room and there they will be, but they won't. These people do not exisit as flesh and blood, but there are different kinds of reality, and there are days when imagination feels very, very real.

How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.

And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.