Quotes About Absence

At a social event she and I would normally have attended together, an acquaintance came up and said to me, simply, "There's someone missing." That felt correct, in both senses.

Then, at some point, sooner or later, for this reason or that, one of them is taken away. And what is taken away is greater than the sum of what was there. This may not be mathematically possible; but it is emotionally possible.

Ich glaube nicht, dass ich sie je wiedersehen werde. Ich werde sie nie wieder sehen, hören, berühren, in den Armen halten, ihr zuhören, mit ihr lachen; nie wieder auf ihre Schritte horchen, lächeln, wenn eine Tür aufgeht; nie wieder ihren Körper an meinen, meinen an ihren drücken. Ich glaube auch nicht, dass wir uns in entmaterialisierter Form wiedertreffen. Ich glaube, tot ist tot.

even a poisoned, desolate childhood can be missed.

For what it's worth . . . I don't think anyone you love is ever truly gone. I do very much feel their absence . . . but I also feel their presence all the time, in a new way. In some ways they're with me now more than ever. I don't know if that makes sense.

Oh, there was a wedding all right. Did I mention that my sister didn't show up at the church either, Mr. Clayborne?

She does not remember saying to you, the other night, right after your father left the room, He loves me more than I love him. She does not remember saying to you, a moment later, I can hardly wait until he comes back.

Because, when I was away, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Part of me said, yes, it was the right thing to do, for your sake; part of me recognized the kind of man I am, the kind of work I do, the utter impossibility of it. But the other part of me... I felt your absence like a wound.

The person they'd locked up last summer was gone, and she wasn't coming back.

In the absence of clear knowledge, rumours have abounded and lies have been invented and believed.

Can it be, I wondered, that life without her is so dull as this?

Mi viene in mente che non riesco a ricordare nessun preciso particolare del Suo viso. Vedo ancora soltanto come Lei si allontanò poi tra i tavolini del caffè, la Sua figura, il Suo abito.

Writing letters...means to denude oneself before the ghosts, something for which they greedily wait. Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts. [Kafka to Milena]

Iubirea înseamn?, în esen??, a fi însetat de ceva ce r?mâne absent. De aceea iubirea omeneasc? este atât de dezam?gitoare.

The void is a spectral realm; not even nothing can be free of ghosts.

My brother and sister have led extraordinary lives, but I wasn't there, and I can't tell you that part. I've stuck here to the part I can tell, the part that's mine, and still everything I've said is all about them, a chalk outline around the space where they should have been. Three children, one story. The only reason I'm the one telling it is that I'm the one not currently in a cage.

People earn the way they are missed.

Will let out a long breath. She leaves me a lot. That's what she does. She leaves, and then she comes back. And then she stays some and then she leaves again. Where does she go? I have no idea. You've never asked her? No. Sara Didn't pretend to understand. Why not?. He glanced out into the street, watching the traffic zoom by. It's complicated.

Your relationship with a person doesn't end when they die. It only gets stronger." He winked at her. "Mostly because they're not there to tell you that you're wrong.

Then the exception would be as if he did not exist at all.

Marina, you took away all the words with you...

Because that was how it happened: one moment you were there, laughing, talking, breathing, and the next you were gone. Forever. And there wasn't even a shape left in the world where you'd been, neither the trace of a smile nor the whisper of a word. Just nothing.

Across the world millions of lives are altered by the absence of the dead, but three members of Teddy's last crew—Clifford the bomb-aimer, Fraser, the injured pilot, and Charlie, the tail-end Charlie—all bail out successfully from F-Fox and see out the rest of the war in a POW camp. On their return they all marry and have children, fractals of the future.

The more Viola forgot her mother, the more she missed her.