Agnes Varda Quotes

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

I've never really had anybody close to me die. I think the song is about a feeling that I have that, it still applies. It's a feeling of longing, once again.

I miss the game - I miss it a lot.

I miss the camera each moment and each day.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

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.

I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone.

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

We have missed him in the sunshine, in the storm, in the twilight, ever since.

Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.

Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey

You will always miss her. There will be days - even years from now - when the missing will be so sharp it will take your breath away. But there will be good days, too, months and years of them. In one way or another you'll be searching for her all your life.

For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.

Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

Sorrow is properly that state of the mind in which our desires are fixed upon the past without looking forward to the future.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

It's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.

It's easier to miss her at a cemetery, where she's never been anything but dead, than to miss her at all the places where she was alive.

In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

The sun shines through the window And the sun shines through your hair It seems like you're beside me But I know that you're not there. You would sit beside this window Run your fingers through my hair You were always there beside me But I know that you're not there Oh, to be by your side once again Oh, to hold your hand in mine again Oh, to be by your side once again Oh, to hold your hand in mine again-

It's not the same without Jerry. It never will be.

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

I miss my mother very, very much.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

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.