Khalil Gibran Quotes

Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.

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

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.

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.

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

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 bear it that Douglas isn't still here.

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 missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.

It was a cool day and very clear. You could see a long way-but not as far as Velma had gone.

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.

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.

Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.

I want to talk to her. I want to have lunch with her. I want her to give me a book she just read and loved. She is my phantom limb, and I just can’t believe I’m here without her.”- on losing her best friend

Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.

Nobody can miss you unless you go away.

It hurts every day, the absence of someone who was once there.

I guess it's hard, being apart all the time." "It really is. If Lucas were still here, everything would be different." Vic's smile turned smug. "Yeah, I'd have a roommate who could beat me at chess instead of the other way around." Ranulf never looked up from the chessboard. "I hear your insults and plan to silence them with my victory." "Keep dreaming," Vic called.

I'm crying because out there he's gone, but he's not gone inside me.

Your absence has gone through me

These are the intensities that one cannot live with, that he has to outgrow if he wants to survive. But who can help grieving for them? If the blood vessels could hold them, how much better to keep those early loves with us?

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

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.