Rory Kinnear Quotes

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

I never stopped believing in us, and I never felt like I was wanting for anything, except for my father, and that was not going to be.

I know what it's like to have someone coming home who looks at you not in the way they used to in the old days, and I've seen my own face contorted with sadness and rage in the mirror.

There are days when I wonder why my mom couldn't be here to see this.

'I Know You Care' is about my dad. And I haven't seen him for a long, long time. And my parents divorced when I was really young. And I guess I just wanted a - it was my way of saying that I wasn't bitter or angry anymore. I was just sad and just felt like something was missing.

You can miss someone every day and still be glad you don't have to see them.

I was only ever briefly angry with my dad for leaving us. It happened shortly after his death, when things were at their darkest and the grief in me was raw and at its worst.

The essence of man is, discontent, divine discontent; a sort of love without a beloved, the ache we feel in a member we no longer have.

Somewhere, sometime I'd stopped expecting my father to father.

I know that I will never find my father in any other man who comes into my life, because it is a void in my life that can only be filled by him.

To be honest, I think I'd become a bit selfish with memories of my father. I wanted to hug them close to me.

My father was often angry when I was most like him.

Longing, for everyone, is always there, isn't it? More intense at some times than others. You get closer to less longing - an odd metaphoric phrasing, I realize - then, you are further and longing more than ever again.

We often don't think of them, we think of the great wars and the great battles, but what about losing a son or a daughter, or a girl losing her husband or vice versa? I think of the people who never got the chance to have the opportunities I had.

I eventually made the reunion with my father that I'd used as a default daydream throughout my childhood, but by then, we'd both outgrown the only relationship we could have had to each other. I was over 30 by the time I met him again and no longer needed a father.

If I knew I could never come back to Ireland, to England, I think I'd fall off the tree.

I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.

Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away- and leaves behind only silence.

My childhood was protected by love and a comfortable home. Yet, while still a very young child, I began instinctively to feel that there was something lacking, even in my own home, some false conception of family relations, some incomplete ideal.

I've dated people who I thought were going to be a big deal in my life, and I've also spent long periods by myself.

The thing about living without a father if he's always gone is that it takes a long time to realize he isn't coming home.

I wish my father could be around.

Seven years after my mother's passing, I still reach for the phone for a split second to call her. We spoke every day.

I am never going to be able to rest easy in having established a posthumous connection to my father. I'll always be groping for what I can't have.

You can't fast-forward heartbreak, and you can't rewind love - and that's just one big bummer.