Anthony Marra Quotes

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

The years as they pass plunder us of one thing after another.

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

When the show's not around any more, it's going to be hard not to have her in my life.

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.

All that remains is was.

IMMORTAL is an ample word When what we need is by, But when it leaves us for a time, 'Tis a necessity.

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

No magic. I do believe you might have taken it all with you when you went away.

Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him.

We'd said we'd keep in touch. But touch is not something you can keep; as soon as it's gone, it's gone. We should have said we'd keep in words, because they are all we can string between us--words on a telephone line, words appearing on a screen.

You been gone too long, Sula. Not too long, but maybe too far.

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!

I missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts.

Absence becomes the greatest Presence.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

To touch and feel each thing in the world, to know it by sight and by name, and then to know it with your eyes closed so that when something is gone, it can be recognized by the shape of its absence. So that you can continue to possess the lost, because absence is the only constant thing. Because you can get free of everything except the space where things have been.

Intimacy is not trapped within words. It passes through words. It passes. The truth is that intimates leave the room. Doors close. Faces move away from the window. Time passes. Voices recede into the dark. Death finally quiets the voice. And there is no way to deny it. No way to stand in the crowd, uttering one's family language.

To those who are here, those who are gone, and those who are lost.

I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.

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

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear- Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.