Clive Barker Quotes

So goodbye, I'll be leaving, I see no sense in this crying and grieving. We'll both live a lot longer, if you live without me.

The only reason he can miss you is because he’s choosing, every day, not to be with you.

Let me alone, and go in search of someone else.

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

she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.

We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.

Authors and lovers always suffer some infatuation, from which only absence can set them free.

She wasn't mine. She hadn't been mine for a long time. She shouldn't be here and I shouldn't have asked. So instead of reassuring her, I kept leaning agains the tree looking like the devil and hoping she turned and ran. ~ The Vincent Boys

And he left. I watched him walk out – he didn’t say good-bye, he didn’t even look back. It scared me, how easy it was for him to do that.

You have to stop loving me. Because I stopped loving you.

The price for independence is often isolation and solitude.

He turns and walks away, moving so quickly that the candle flames shiver with the motion of the air. “I miss you,” Isobel says as he leaves, but the sentiment is crushed by the clatter of the beaded curtain falling closed behind him.

How is it possible to miss a woman whom you kept at a distance, so that when she was gone you would not miss her?

This is what divorce is: taking things you no longer want from people you no longer love.

Take your records, take you freedom, take your memories, I dont need 'em. And take your cat, and leave my sweater, cause we've got nothing left to weather.

The worst thing you can do if you miss or need someone is let them know it.

She fell asleep, lying there, her hand clasping his. Her last awareness, before she surrendered the responsibility of consciousness, was the sense of an enormous void, the void of a city and of a continent, where she would never be able to find the man whom she had no right to seek.

He's got to let go of you sometime.

Look at what you've done, you're losing me is what you've won. Got me planning to go solo

Sometimes I need what only you can provide: your absence.

It hurts to much to be close to you, but continually pushed away.

In an undertone, I murmured, "This isn't over. I won't give up on you." "I've given up on you," he said back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has.

Mort was hurt by this. It was one thing not to want to marry someone, but quite another to be told they didn't want to marry you.

there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone. sitting up in my bed the lights out, hearing the outside sounds, lifting my cheap bottle of wine, letting the warmth of the grape enter me as I heard the rats moving about the room, I preferred them to humans. being lost, being crazy maybe is not so bad if you can be that way undisturbed. New Orleans gave me that. nobody ever called my name.

I think of you, I dream of you, I conjure you up when I need you most. This is all I can do, but to me it isn't enough. It will never be enough, this I know; yet what else is there for me to do? If you were here, you would tell me, but I have been cheated of even that. You always knew the proper words to ease the pain I felt. You always knew how to make me feel good inside.