“I promise not to oppress you with too much remorse or too much passion, though since you left us the white rose bush has died of grief.”
This line often runs through my head after breakups or other separations from loved ones.
Just remove the part about passion, and keep “since you left, the white rose bush has died of grief,” and it can apply to friends and family just as easily.
I put it on my Facebook profile for some time after the friendship breakup with Richard, to express my grief.
It is my favorite line from Peter Firth in the 80s rendition of Jane Austen’s Northanger Abbey:
(Sorry for the bad quality: It’s apparently the only video the BBC has not bumped off Youtube.)
It’s not in the book, only in this movie, but it’s so poetic that I wish Jane Austen had written it herself.