James Dashner Quotes

Your absence has gone through me

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.

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

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.

Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words. I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown The bitter woe that racks my cords apart. The weary pen that sets my sorrow down Feeds at my heart. There is no mercy in the shifting year, No beauty wraps me tenderly about. I turn to little words- so you, my dear, Can spell them out.

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.

A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty.

Was it love when somebody filled a space in your life that yawned inside you, once they had gone?

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

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

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.

There are moments when the grief comes bubbling up. The first time I saw Chris's chair empty, that was really hard. And it was hard when I started folding up some of his sweaters that I so imagine him wearing.

Chris' absence is very much felt. There's just a huge void in our home life.

The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.

McKenna will always be a part of me, no matter where he goes. They say that people who've lost a limb sometimes feel as if they still have it. How many times I've felt that McKenna was still here, and the empty space beside me was alive with his presence." She closed her eyes and leaned forward until her forehead and the tip of her nose touched the cool glass. "I love him beyond reason," she whispered. "He's a stranger to me now, and yet he is still so familiar. I can't imagine a sweeter agony, having him so close.

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

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness every day.

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.

Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.

It had ceased raining in the night and he walked out on the road and called for the dog. He called and called. Standing in that inexplicable darkness. Where there was no sound anywhere save only the wind. After a while he sat in the road. He took off his hat and placed it on the tarmac before him and he bowed his head and held his face in his hands and wept. He sat there for a long time and after a while the east did gray and after a while the right and godmade sun did rise, once again, for all and without distinction.

It hurts every day, the absence of someone who was once there.

She was gone, and all that was left was the space where you'd grown around her, like a tree that grows around a fence.

Missing rubs the soul raw.