Henry Rollins Quotes

I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

The bat is gone, but the smile remains.

The calendar has a magic that makes us imagine a memory can be resurrected and revived, but nothing returns.

Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

Times like this it did seem real I was leaving, and even more that my family, and this life, would go on without me. And again I felt that emptiness rise up, but pushed it away. Still, I lingered there, in the doorway, memorizing the noise. The moment. Tucking it away out of sight, to be remembered when I needed it most.

When I left Merle was wearing a bungalow apron and rolling pie crust. She came to the door wiping her hands on the apron and kissed me on the mouth and began to cry and ran back into the house, leaving the doorway empty [...] I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again. (p. 262)

How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

It is always sad to leave a place to which one knows one will never return.

Something that required the best of you has ended. You will miss it.

I miss playing with Miles. I did play with him a little while before he left the planet, but even at that time I longed to maybe do some things together.

I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name.

I been a long time leaving but I'm going to be a long time gone.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

Nothing is so dear as what you're about to leave.

All that remains is was.

If I had any advice to give to anybody, it would be record your parents talking so that, when you're longing to hear that voice, you can play the tape. But for me, it's a little often. You don't always need to be reminded that he isn't here anymore.

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

Homesickness is universal. But Neapolitan homesickness goes back further than the accidents of domicile. It is nostalgia for love and loss themselves, a soul-sickness caused by the very idea of leaving.

It's so hard saying goodbye... it's hard saying good bye to all the things that one has held dear for weeks, months, sometimes years.

I left parts of myself everywhere, The way absent-minded people leave Gloves and umbrellas Whose colors are sad from dispensing so much bad luck

God, I wish you could have been there.

I am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.

Seems like we always spend the best part of our time just saying goodbye.