Edna St. Vincent Millay 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.

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.

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.

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

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

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.

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

When something you love gets taken away, it hurts you.

There are moments when the grief comes bubbling up. The first time I saw Chris's chair empty, that was really hard. And it was hard when I started folding up some of his sweaters that I so imagine him wearing.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

The absence of him is everywhere I look.

I miss my mother very, very much.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

A very powerful theme in fiction is that of loss.

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.