Earl Weaver Quotes

I can't stand another night in a hotel. Just being away. You miss the kids.

I wasn't happy at all as a child. I was very privileged and knew extraordinary people, but I felt very lonely: my mother thought I was extremely difficult and my grandmother was extremely severe.

I didn't want to travel. I didn't want to leave my family. I heard all these stories from Dad about not having Edward around when he was young, and I didn't want that to happen.

Now that I'm married it's hard to be away from my husband, the house, my dog. But I really love being on the road.

I think the biggest challenge when I'm on the road is being away from my family.

I am very happy with my life, but seven or eight months a year, I am away from home. I want to go home - that's the truth.

I didn't have many romantic relationships, and the romantic scent inside me was beginning to disappear.

When I was nine years old, my father went to Spain to work for three years, and I was in Portugal. He has a sports store. I only saw him once a month, which was difficult. I was alone with my mother and my sister, who is younger than me.

My worst day is away from the office, when I'm traveling and not with the Britelings.

Being away from loved ones can be very hard. Taxing. With a tour, you don't know whether you'll see each other in three weeks, three months, or three days.

I don't like being away from my family, I genuinely don't.

I miss my family every single day.

Now, I come from a long line of narcissists. And I also have no kids - by choice - but I understand not being a mother and the pain that comes from that.

I feel people naturally have a brightness. When that is extinguished by circumstances - be it a wrong marriage or a situation that you cannot leave psychologically - there's something about that dying spark that I'm drawn to playing.

Touring is such a major sacrifice, especially as you get older, to be away from friends and family and home and any sort of routine or home comforts.

There's a lot of times when I just want to scream into the void.

When you have to go away from someone you love or vice-versa, whatever the reason, it really shatters your life.

This is the secret I kept from you, Bails, from myself too: I think I liked that Mom was gone, that she could be anybody, anywhere, doing anything. I liked that she was our invention, a woman living on the last page of the story with only what we imagined spread out before her. I liked that she was ours, alone.

They had stopped now and he gave a glance up at the sky, through the trees, as though to see how much time was left. Amber, watching him, was suddenly struck with panic. Now he was going--out again into that great world with its bustle and noise and excitement--and she must stay here. She had a terrible new feeling of loneliness, as if she stood in some solitary corner at a party where she was the only stranger. Those places he had seen, she would never see; those fine things he had done, she would never do. But worst of all she would never see him again.

I do feel, in my dreamings and yearnings, so undiscovered by those who are able to help me.

I feel I am a child that's lost its mother. I feel like a calf whose mother has gone off to slaughter.

We, their hearts, become fearful just thinking of loved ones who go away forever, or of moments that could have been good but weren't, or of moments that could have been found but were forever hidden in the sands.

Have pity, Lord, on those who love and are separated.

To lose the touch of flowers and women's hands is the supreme separation.

I watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there's nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.