Camille Claudel Quotes

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

Your absence has gone through me

The absence of him is everywhere I look.

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words. I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown The bitter woe that racks my cords apart. The weary pen that sets my sorrow down Feeds at my heart. There is no mercy in the shifting year, No beauty wraps me tenderly about. I turn to little words- so you, my dear, Can spell them out.

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.

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness every day.

For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.

A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty.

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

But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest.

I miss my mother very, very much.

I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I missed singing so much. And performing. Man, I missed it so much.

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, It's not warm when she's away, Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, And she's always gone too long, Anytime she goes away.

An' this house just ain't no home, Anytime she goes away.

I can't bear it that Douglas isn't still here.

I miss the camera each moment and each day.

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

Chris' absence is very much felt. There's just a huge void in our home life.

Dark house, by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street, Doors, where my heart was used to beat So quickly, waiting for a hand, A hand that can be clasp'd no more - Behold me, for I cannot sleep, And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door. He is not here; but far away The noise of life begins again, And ghastly thro' the drizzling rain On the bald street breaks the blank day.

It's been too many nights of being with to now be suddenly without.

Jill felt an emptiness open inside of her as she lifted her arm, a sense that something vital was being subtracted from her life. It was always like that when somebody you cared about went away, even when you knew it was inevitable, and it probably wasn't your fault.