Philippa Gregory Quotes

When David left me I became totally brokenhearted.

There are times you break up with a loved one, a friend, or whatever. You feel alone. It's a very easy feeling to understand - the feeling of loss, heartache, and pain.

I'll always be sad that my marriage ended.

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

Anyone with a heart, with a family, has experienced loss. No one escapes unscathed. Every story of separation is different, but I think we all understand that basic, wrenching emotion that comes from saying goodbye, not knowing if we'll see that person again - or perhaps knowing that we won't.

Saying goodbye is very emotional.

When he died, he took a big piece of me with him. I'm sure that every time I do something, I'll think about having done it with Hef.

My wife left me when I was 28 in real life.

There's never a right time to say goodbye.

Ah, clear they see and true they say That one shall weep, and one shall stray

I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.

You shoulda left the other day You let me beg for you to stay

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.

When I'm all alone, nobody else can say goodbye.

I thought you were gone forever, I thought you’d walked away from everything, because I failed, because I destroyed the only thing that ever mattered to me. I waited for you to come, but you didn’t.

[H]e lay awake, dreading the dawn when he would have to say good-bye to the small universe he had built for himself over the years.

Goodbyes are sad, no matter what the promise of tomorrow is.

I don't want to lose you.' His voice almost a whisper. Seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. 'But you don't want to keep me, either, do you?' To that, he had no response.

I might never breathe again once he walked away from me.

I lost you once, I think I can do it again.

At the door , she made him promise to go without goodbyes .She closed the door on him . Laila leaned her back against it , shaking against his pounding fists , one arm gripping her belly and a hand across her mouth , as he spoke throughout the door and promised that he would come back for her . She stood there until he tired , until he gave up , and then she listened to his uneven footsteps until they faded , until all was quiet , save for the gunfire cracking in the hills and her own heart thudding in her belly , her eyes , her bones .

Memories begin to creep forward from hidden corners of your mind. Passing disappointments. Lost chances and lost causes. Heartbreaks and pain and desolate, horrible loneliness. Sorrows you thought long forgotten mingle with still-fresh wounds.

I was terribly wounded by my wife's death.

Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and memories of the signs that it's over. It's over.

At the end of the day I have always seen the end of my relationships as a personal failure. There is nothing ever pretty in saying goodbye.