Diana Gabaldon Quotes

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.

Why did everything feel like saying good-bye?

But the actual touch of her lingered, inside his heart. That remained. In all the years of his life ahead, the long years without her, with never seeing her or hearing from her or knowing anything about her, if she was alive or happy or dead or what, that touch stayed locked within him, sealed in himself, and never went away. That one touch of her hand.

To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare's, the Cornish sea.

We all look for lost time.

I miss Denny Crane.

I long for the time of no more departures. It has something to do with age, probably.

Anyone with a heart, with a family, has experienced loss. No one escapes unscathed. Every story of separation is different, but I think we all understand that basic, wrenching emotion that comes from saying goodbye, not knowing if we'll see that person again - or perhaps knowing that we won't.

Nostalgia is something we think of as fuzzy. But it's pain. Pain concerning the past.

I'm homesick all the time. I miss my animals. I miss my family. I miss my friends.

To return after long years of painful absence to some place which has been the scene of our former joys, and whence the force of circumstance, and not choice, has driven us, is oppressive to the heart.

We live in grief for having left the womb, for having left the teat, then school, then home. In my case, it was leaving marriages, and the death of my wife.

I was five years old when I wrote my first song. It was out of longing for my father that I wrote it.

I do miss England. Well, I miss the idea of England, I think. But I haven't been back for years. I probably just miss the past.

Being away from the game took a toll on my heart.

Homesickness is universal. But Neapolitan homesickness goes back further than the accidents of domicile. It is nostalgia for love and loss themselves, a soul-sickness caused by the very idea of leaving.

I miss my family all the time.

I miss my family every single day.

When you have to go away from someone you love or vice-versa, whatever the reason, it really shatters your life.

But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow in the waters that was soon lost in the West. There he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-Earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart.

when people go away, or when we leave the places we love, or something we treasure goes out of our life - I have always noticed that before it happens - this leaving, this parting - when we think about it beforehand we are overwhelmed with sadness at the loss to come. ... the most unbearable sense of loss, the worst homesickness of all, so I have found, is this loss and sickness we feel beforehand, before we ever leave home.

I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away--

I miss it every minute, and I have no wish at all to go back.

Don't go," she whispered, her eyes closed. It was all happening too fast. She couldn't give Daniel up. Not yet. She didn't think she ever could.