Richelle Mead Quotes

Being away from the game took a toll on my heart.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

A very powerful theme in fiction is that of loss.

We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.

I am sorry I could not see my father.

I can't bear it that Douglas isn't still here.

I miss the camera each moment and each day.

When something you love gets taken away, it hurts you.

We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't, or of moments that could have been found but were forever hidden in the sands.

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

The world he saw was sadder than the one he hoped to find. But it wasn't near as lonesome as the one he left behind.

and they shook hands, hit each other on the shoulder, then there was forty feet of distance between them and nothing to do but drive away in opposite directions. Within a mile Ennis felt like someone was pulling his guts out hand over hand a yard at a time. He stopped at the side of the road and, in the whirling new snow, tried to puke but nothing came up. He felt about as bad as he ever had and it took a long time for the feeling to wear off.

What I said was I’ll miss you what I meant to say was I love you what I wanted to say was that I meant what I said and it’s funny how all those things I could have said flooded my head after we said goodbye and I should have told you I’d be willing to hold you until my flesh crumbles into bone because I’m willing to die alone but god knows I don’t want to live that way.

I was crying a little for the boy I had wanted him to be and the boy he hadn’t turned out to be.

No pain could match the emptiness of separation, no agony rivaled the unreality of not being with her.

I left him in his wheelchair, staring sadly into the fireplace. I wondered how many times he’d sat here, waiting for heroes that never came back.

For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.

Hope is cruel. Hope reminds me of what almost was. Hope makes the physical ache return.

You can't be angry with me, because I am a hundred times more severely punished than you, if only by the fact that I shall never see you again.

I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind -- by Alex, by my mom, by time that has cut through our worlds and separated us.

To come so far, to lose so much and to find nothing. -Jing-mei

There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.

Your absence has gone through me

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.