Elizabeth Bowen Quotes

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.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

I can't speak for others, but I miss my father.

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

As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.

I think living with the absence of someone we love is like living in front of a mountain from which a person - a speck in the distance, on some distance ridge - is perpetually waving.

I miss my father. I miss my grandfather. I miss my home. And I miss my mother. But the thing is, for almost three years, I managed not to miss any of them. And then I spent that one day with that one girl. One day ... It was like she gave me her whole self, and somehow as a result, I gave her more of myself than I even realized there was to give. But then she was gone. And only after I'd been filled up by her, by that day, did I understand how empty I really was.

Your absence has gone through me

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone

The girl's lover was gone, but his shadow was still there.

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.

Why don't I watch the ocean?My lover's gone.No earthly ships will ever bring him home againbring him home again.

No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.

I want my friend to miss me as long as I miss him.

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

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

If I didn't like someone, I wouldn't want him calling me up when I was dying. I wouldn't want them having regrets that they didn't talk to me.

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

Long for me as I for you, forgetting, what will be inevitable, the long black aftermath of pain.

No man is so perfect, so necessary to his friends, as to give them no cause to miss him less.

I always miss my mom. Mother's Day would be just one more day I'd feel her absence but for the relentless commercialization. Thanks to that, this day is even harder to deal with.

When you love someone, and you've lost that one, then nothing really matters.