Quotes About Absence

I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but absence also dulls the memory and then we tend to forget who we were missing in the first place.

The world is too quiet without you nearby.

My breath is normal, when you're not around, but when I hold you closely, it's never to be found.

I meant skies all empty aching blue. I meant years. I meant all of them with you.

I die a little, In the echo of your silence.

I am satisfied that Lucy's body is not in that coffin; but that only proves one thing.' 'And what is that, friend John?' 'That it is not there.

The clock was striking one as I was in the Crescent, and there was not a soul in sight.

The absence of suffocating humidity and carnivorous plants was appreciated.

what would happen after the tour. The thought of not seeing him daily filled her chest with a hollow ache.

And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.

This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.

There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I am simply not there.

And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel my flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense that our lifestyles are probably comparable - I simply am not there.

Have you ever wished that you could disappear from all this?

Everyone who was gone was really still here.

That's the thing with the dead, they get to say nothing, forever.

Hay soledad en el hogar sin bulla, sin noticias, sin verde, sin niñez.

For in hope's absence, a miracle arrived

That idea is strange to me. People keep on loving? People keep on loving even if you are not there in their face everyday to remind them? People keep on loving even if they no longer see you at all? People keep on loving even if they are loving someone else? Impossible: to believe you can be loved in absence when you don't even know how it feels to be loved when you are there.

It is his absence that is part of me and has been for years. This is who I am, perhaps who we all are, keepers of the absent and the dead. It is the blessing and burden of being alive.

Why does it seem I won't come back here? Why speak of it as of, already, a place I miss?

The absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence.

La prueba de ausencia no es prueba de ausencia