Charles Dickens Quotes

What you really value is what you miss, not what you have.

We never discover the value of things till we have lost them.

It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.

We only appreciate what we have when we lose it.

Is to have had and lost/Better than not having at all?

The paradox is, I can't miss the good things about my father while he is alive, but I will of course miss him... when he is dead.

For it falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us While it was ours.

We all yearn for what we have lost. But sometimes, we forget what we have.

you dont know what you got till its gone

Men understand the worth of blessings only when they have lost them.

what is lost because it is most precious what is most precious because it is lost

We seldom learn the true want of what we have till it is discovered that we can have no more.

You cannot miss what you have never had.

What made something precious? Losing it and finding it.

Well, anyway, her death changed our lives for the better, because it brought a kind of awareness, a specific sense of purpose and appreciation we hadn't had before. Would I trade that in order to have her back? In a fraction of a millisecond. But I won't ever have her back. So I have taken this, as her great gift to us. But. Do I block her out? Never. Do I think of her? Always. In some part of my brain, I think of her every single moment of every single day.

This reminds me, Godmother, to ask you a serious question. You are as wise as wise can be (having been brought up by the fairies), and you can tell me this: Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

This is a moment that I deeply wish my parents could have lived to share. My father would have enjoyed what you have so generously said of me-and my mother would have believed it.

I think about my mother every day. But usually the thoughts are fleeting - she crosses my mind like a spring cardinal that flies past the edge of your eye: startling, luminous, lovely... gone.

It's true what they say: 'You don't appreciate what you've got until it's gone.' I miss love. I miss being looked after.

You don't miss what you never had.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.

We do not realize what we have on Earth until we leave it.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.