Jean Webster Quotes

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.

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.

It's been too many nights of being with to now be suddenly without.

There is one pain, I often feel, which you will never know. It's caused by the absence of you.

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.

But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest.

I miss my mother very, very much.

When you left on Saturday, I felt a horrible void, I saw you everywhere, on the beach, in your room, in the garden: impossible for me to get used to the idea that you had left.

I hate death; it takes people away from you. You're left feeling rudderless.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

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

The game isn't the same when we're apart.

Everybody's lost somebody, and I think they all miss them incredibly.

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. But night comes and starts to sing to me.

Everything disturbs an absent lover.

He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.

I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone.

For Beatrice, summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you, is even colder.

Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.

Have pity, Lord, on those who love and are separated.

I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

What kind of life am i supposed to have without you?You were the one good thing,the only good thing i ever found.

I watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there's nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.