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.
(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.