Missing A Family Member Quotes & Sayings

In the Troubadour days, it was all those songwriters that I hung around with all the time, so I could get songs and find out what was going on. So we all knew each other, and we just carried each other's word around. — Linda Ronstadt

I had written two or three books before my husband noticed that in every one of them a family member was missing. He suggested that it was because my father's death, when I was five, utterly changed my world. I can only suppose he is right and that this is the reason I am drawn to a narrative where someone's life is changed by loss. — Jenny Nimmo

Her life was no more than a ghostly pageant of exhausted endurance, no more real than a television drama. Death, who now stood by her side, was as familiar to her as a family member, missing for a long time but now returned. — Han Kang

Periodically, the Tailor would stop and stretch and give Wylan a mirror so that he could consult on what looked right or wrong. An hour later, Wylan's irises had gone from gold to blue and the shape of his eyes had changed as well.
"His brow should be narrower," Jesper said, peering over Genya's shoulder. "Just a little bit. And his lashes were longer."
"I didn't know you were paying attention," murmured Wylan.
Jesper grinned. "I was paying attention."
"Oh good, he's blushing," said Genya. "Excellent for the circulation. — Leigh Bardugo

... Parrying, puckishness, and a touch of profanity. — Theresa Romain

God is an unutterable sigh, planted in the depths of the soul. — Jean Paul

I still love a lot of the guys who just paint. — Bill Sienkiewicz

No matter how poor a person is, if they have a family than they are rich. — Someone You've Probably Never Heard Of

For long rides, I require a stimulating conversation partner with deep reservoirs of cultural references upon which my metaphors can find purchase ... . — Tim Dorsey

Two men look out a window. One sees mud, the other sees the stars. — Oscar Wilde

My first coherent thought was, It's raining. This must be Scotland. — Diana Gabaldon