Quotes About Absence

an empty desk in the second row, a memorial to the girl who used to sit there.

They've built their nests in the chimneys of my heart: those swallows that you lost.

Death is the ultimate negative.

No, no, no... you've got it all wrong... you can't act death. The fact of it is nothing to do with seeing it happen ---it's not gasps and blood and falling about---that isn't what makes it death. It's just a man failing to reappear, that's all ---now you see him, now you don't, that the only thing that's real: here one minute and gone the next and never coming back---an exit, unobtrusive and unannounced, a disappearance gathering weight as it goes on, until, finally, it is heavy with death.

Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over... Death is not anything ... death is not... It's the absence of presence, nothing more ... the endless time of never coming back ... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes no sound

Do you think death could possibly be a boat? No, no, no...death is...not. Death isn't. You take my meaning. Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can't not-be on a boat. I've frequently not been on boats. No, no no - what you've been is not on boats.

It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.

Every now and then she looked around for tangible evidence of his having ever been there. Where were the butterflies? the blueberries? the whistling reed? She could find nothing, for he had left nothing but his stunning absence.

You been gone too long, Sula. Not too long, but maybe too far.

Every now and then she looked around for tangible evidence of his having ever been there. Where were the butterflies? the blueberries? the whistling reed? She could find nothing, for he had left nothing but his stunning absence. An absence so decorative, so ornate, it was difficult for her to understand how she had ever endured, without falling dead or being consumed, his magnificent presence.

Wat hij deed (...) stanste het glanzende ijzer uit Sethes ogen, zodat er twee putten overbleven die de gloed van het vuur niet weerkaatsten.

Sleep without the fragrance of her hair next to him was impossible.

the wide untrammeled space that once thrilled her became vacancy. A commanding and oppressive absence. She learned the intricacy of loneliness: the horror of color, the roar of soundlessness and the menace of familiar objects lying still.

Fue una sombra la mayor parte de mi vida, una presencia que señalaba su propia ausencia, o tal vez la mía. Quién soy yo sin ella, esa niña desnutrida de ojos tristes que esperan. Cómo temblaba cuando nos escondimos de las paladas. Le tapé la cara, los ojos, con la esperanza de que no hubiera visto el pie que asomaba de la tumba

When he visited his and Adam's old bedroom, the thread of disapproval he'd felt during his proposal of a memorial became a rope, as he saw the savage absence not only of Adam but of himself. So when he shut the door on his family and stepped out into the rain it was an already belated act.

How can they hold it together, he wondered, this hard-won heaven defined only by the absence of the unsaved, the unworthy and the strange? Who will protect them from their leaders?

I don't miss you anymore adam rather i miss the emotion that your dying produced a feeling so strong it defined me while it erased you leaving only your absence for me to live in like the silence of the japanese gong that is more thrilling than whatever sound may follow.

Sven!! Having you near her is natural to Eve... Hell, it's essential! When someone so important just disappears... you don't just feel hurt... you feel like dying.

There are good sailors. Well, some good sailors. In a way they are ideal as husbands. They drop in every six months for a wild celebration, then they drop out again before one gets bored with their company or annoyed with by their habits.

Der Kollege hat einfach das gewisse - Nichts

It never ceased to cause him wonder, that here had been a living person and now she was gone, fading away again, the city waking up without her as if she'd never been there. It was an incredible thing, beyond comprehension, as incredible as being there in the first place.

It is strangely wonderful to feel the lack of something instead of believing that it was never there in the first place.

In the absence of men all women are chaste.

Nobody in Pixie Hollow has seen her.