Longing and Absence

And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always— take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

 

What a woman says to an eager lover, / write it on running water, write it on air.

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

Can I ever know you or you know me?

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

She only said, ‘My life is dreary,

 

But O for the touch of a vanished hand,

 

O! for a falconer’s voice,

 

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

 

Of course there is nothing the matter with the stars It is my emptiness among them While they drift farther away in the invisible morning.

 

You came back to us in a dream and we were not here.

 

Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.

 

He seems so near, and yet so far.

 

Dear as remember’d kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign’d On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.

 

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O, well for the fisherman’s boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O, well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O, for the touch of a vanish’d hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!

 

And o’er the hills and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Through all the world she followed him.

 

The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.

In a month, in a year, how will we bear that so many seas separate me from you?

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.

Absence and death are the same - only that in death there is no suffering.

Lonely men seek companionship. Lonely women sit at home and wait. They never meet.

Everyone seeks his half

There is no pleasure to me without communication; there is not so much as a sprightly thought comes into my mind but I grieve that I have no one to tell it to.

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.