Philip Pullman Quotes

I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you’re ruined.

I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.

You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you insist on making. If you die, I will not survive you long.

If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

If you live to be 1000 years old, I hope I live to be 1000 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.

I can't bear to think of life without Janice. I want to go first because I don't want to miss her, because that would be a pain far worse than any death.

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.

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn’t want to cause any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better than he wasn’t here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

Some day when I lose you, will you still be able to sleep, without me to whisper over you like a crown of linden branches?

So dear I love him, that with him, all deaths I could endure, without him, live no life.

Park was never going to love her more than he did on the day they said goodbye. And she couldn’t bear to think of him loving her less.

You think the dead we loved ever truly leave us?

You are never truly together with one you love until the person in question is dead and actually inside you.

Oh, my Margaret--my Margaret! no one can tell what you are to me! Dead--cold as you lie there you are the only woman I ever loved! Oh, Margaret--Margaret!

True love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.

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.

At the age of 62, my father died of cancer - it was much too soon. My mother never remarried or got over it, never even thought of another man.

I feel my dad, I still feel his love, and I still love him. I would do anything to have him back, but half the reason that my life is good, has real, true value, is that he died. I would obviously rather have him alive, but he gave me so much in his death.

Too many people I've loved dearly have left this earth. And some I've lost are still here breathing the same air. That grief can be comparable if not worse in its consumption.

Many who have spent a lifetime in it can tell us less of love than the child that lost a dog yesterday.

When I am dead and opened, you shall find Calais lying in my heart.

Sangram is my best friend. He loves me more than himself and his absence in my life has brought a vacuum in my life.

Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him.