Quotes About Absence

Oriunde s-ar afla, pletele-i inflacarate ca un turn ma ard din departare, ma distruge cu absenta ei.

Estaba lugubre como cuando la sombra de Helene viene a habitarlo. A deshabitarlo

Allí donde esté tiene el 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. No estarás para nada, no serás ni recuerdo, y cuando piense en ti pensaré un pensamiento que oscuramente trata de acordarse de ti...

Hay ausencias que representan un verdadero triunfo

Sí, cenizas de la nada, le contesté yo. - Ni cenizas siquiera dijo el hombre. Ya ni los sueños quedan...

morir en el verano es morir dos veces, pues muchos de los que te quieren no están para despedirte.

You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each other's arms and I remember how the next morning you were gone, completely gone, and nothing in my bed or the house could have proven otherwise.

It is probably her son she misses, or the father. Or our whole country, which you never think of until it's gone, which you never love until you're no longer there.

our whole country, which you never think of until it's gone, which you never love until you're no longer there.

You don't know the hold our mothers have on us, even the ones that are never around— especially the ones that are never around.

Or our whole country, which you never think of until it's gone, which you never love until you're no longer there.

I should think it a wonderful thing to be missed, the way that I miss him.

That was always the hardest part, missing you.

It occurs to me that my thinking has been faulty: we do not feel God's absence. We feel the absence of all that is lost to God, that which has set itself apart and refuses to return, believing itself to be in exile.

Bloody doctor hadn't got there yet; if he'd been there, I'd have smashed his face in for not being there yet—which is how your mind works when you're in that sort of a state.

akuntala must go to-day; I miss her now at heart; I dare not speak a loving word Or choking tears will start. My eyes are dim with anxious thought; Love strikes me to the life: And yet I strove for pious peace— I have no child, no wife. What must a father feel, when come The pangs of parting from his child at home?

When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

I will not be in here for ever, I promise. All metaphors need to come up for air. When I can bear no more of separation, when I have learnt all that absence can teach me of desire, the walls will shimmer and I will step out of the mirage, into your arms, to lose myself and find myself.

Grief is a closet Full of emptiness As shoes Without your feet, Hats Without your head.

The absence of real pressures from within Iraqi society, from Iran, from the world at large, or even from his own party leaves those of us who would write about the "cause" of this war with nothing to evaluate "objectively" and argue about.

I grew up not really having a father figure, and it didn't bother me, because he wasn't there in the first place. But then he started other families, and I was jealous. It was like he was happy without our family.

Ever absent, ever near; Still I see thee, still I hear; Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!

She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.