Seanan McGuire Quotes

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

When I was leaving I kind of felt a little bit sad, because I made some friends down in skid row.

The end of anything is not fun because there's a nostalgia to it and everything else. Even the end of a bad relationship can feel so, so, so sad.

I have lost almost every friend that I had before Casey died.

I used to get quite upset that I'd make friends with a guy or a girl and then within the space of three years we'd move and go and live somewhere else, and you'd have to say goodbye to that person.

It's hard to leave behind scenes and characters I am in love with.

I really don't want to say goodbye to any of you people.

Everyone can have their heart broken. Even if you know the relationship isn't working, it's still sad. Even in a bad relationship, they're part of your life for a long time, and saying goodbye to that can be difficult.

A loss of a great friend is traumatic and emotionally tough.

When any character gets killed, there's always a sadness about that, because they're part of the family in a way.

Today, loss is something everybody feels. It could be the loss of a friend moving away. It could be your best friend moves to the other side of town or his family does. It's a loss.

When you have to go away from someone you love or vice-versa, whatever the reason, it really shatters your life.

Next year he did not come for her. She waited in a new frock because the old one simply would not meet, but he never came. "Perhaps he is ill," Michael said. "You know he is never ill." Michael came close to her and whispered, with a shiver, "Perhaps there is no such person, Wendy!" and then Wendy would have cried if Michael had not been crying.

It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.

I guess after tonight Boots won't think the whole world is her friend," thought Gregor. She had to find out sometime, but it still made him sad.

I wake up in the morning and I feel like I’m missing something. I know that there’s something not right, and it takes me a while to remember what it is . . . then I remember. My best friend is gone. My only friend. It was silly of me to rely so much on one person.

He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.

Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped to the comfort of the last to go / As if to win them back

I spent the rest of the day doing little more than that. I skipped dinner. I shed a few tears. But mostly, I just sat on my bed thinking and growing more and more depressed. I also discovered the only thing worse than imagining Dimitri and Tasha together was remembering when he and I had been together. He would never touch me again like that, never kiss me again.

He is the straight to video sequel to your summer hit movie. He is the verse to that song on the radio you have to hum cause you can’t remember the words. You couldn’t break this kid’s heart, he is so far beyond that. This is the kind of kid who blew out the candles on hope all alone for too many birthdays to remember. And no one has ever fallen in love with anyone with a smile that’s dripping with “please die”.

I hate to see it go, I'll tell you that. I played here all my life. Eighteen years I played here and I'm sorry to see it go.

In the town of broken dreams the streets are filled with regret, maybe down in lonesome town I can learn to forget.

All the little emptiness of love!

Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.

When I read a novel that I really like, I feel as if I am in direct, personal communication with the author. I feel as if the author and I are on the same wavelength mentally, that we have a lot in common with each other, and that we could have an interesting conversation, or even a friendship, if the circumstances permitted it. When the novel comes to an end, I feel a certain letdown, a loss of contact. It is natural to want to recapture that feeling by reading other works by the same author, or by corresponding with him/her directly.