Quotes About Absence

3 years, 1 month, 1 week, and 6 days since I'd seen daylight.

Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.

Siempre se escribe desde una ausencia: la elección de un idioma automáticamente significa el afantasmamiento del otro pero nunca su desaparición.

I think I'm in love with missing you more than I'm in love with you.

There was no absence of lips, there were two children, But their bones showed, and the moon smiled.

134 Parliament Hill Fields On this bald hill the new year hones its edge. Faceless and pale as china The round sky goes on minding its business. Your absence is inconspicuous; Nobody can tell what I lack.

Your absence is inconspicuous; Nobody can tell what I lack.

We don't actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.

I that was near your heart was removed therefrom

And I hope we can contrive his future happiness. Do not discuss his absence. Please behave only As if nothing had happened in the last eight years.

I thought that if I died To you, I who had only been a ghost to you, You might be able to find the road back To a time when you were real -

You all of you try to talk as if nothing had happened, And yet you are talking of nothing else. Why not get to the point Or if you want to pretend that I am another person— A person that you have conspired to invent, please do so In my absence. I shall be less embarrassing to you. Agatha?

We haven't seen him for nearly eight years; And to tell the truth, now that we've seen him, We're a little worried about his health. He doesn't seem to be . . . quite himself.

If someone had told her that she would be transported to what was for all purposes a magical land, where history could be rewritten at a whim, or people could suddenly be shrunk to the size of poppy seeds, but that at least for this moment, her most pressing concern would have been the absence of cigarettes, she would have thought them mad.

Ozorne, my precious, where are you? - Rikash Moonsword

Then he was gone, and all the colors and the light of the day crumbled and went out.

And as abruptly She had gone on, hither, thither, Among the tables and vanished, leaving her words Heavier than the Cathedral, Bigger, darker, founded far deeper - My whole body taking their weight Like a newer or much older religion In me alone, to be carried Everywhere with me - deeper catacombs. And with a stronger God.

The song died in his mouth.

I don't believe in God, but I miss him.

Happiness is the absence of suffering. I think it's an interesting way of looking at it. I think the absence of suffering exists very rarely in the world we live in.

We know that attention acts as a lightning rod. Merely by concentrating on something one causes endless analogies to collect around it, even penetrate the boundaries of the subject itself: an experience that we call coincidence, serendipity – the terminology is extensive. My experience has been that in these circular travels what is really significant surrounds a central absence, an absence that, paradoxically, is the text being written or to be written.

Oh mi amor, te extraño, me dolés en la piel, en la garganta, cada vez que respiro es como si el vacío me entrara en el pecho donde ya no estás

Allí donde esté tiene pelo ardiendo como una torre y me quema desde lejos , me hace pedazos nada más que con su ausencia.

Y diré las palabras que se dicen, y comeré las cosas que se comen, y soñaré las cosas que se sueñan, y sé muy bien que no estarás.