Quotes About Absence

Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.

The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.

The total absence of humour in the Bible is one of the most singular things in all literature.

I come not to bring negative peace, but I come to bring positive peace. I come not to bring this old peace which is merely the absence of tension; I come to bring a positive peace which is the presence of justice and the Kingdom of God. Peace is not merely the absence of something, but it's the presence of something.

Gone, he kissed the air where she had stood.

Several notes were missing. They had always been missing, except for two that I had levered out with a poker when three...The anticipated thrill of a missing G or an E Flat was like a good joke, told again and again, always fresh. I believe that my present feeling for silences and emptinesses dates from those sing-songs, the awaited non-note on the beat.

That was the biggest problem with getting used to someone, she thought. You were lonely when they weren't there.

God is dead and I am his replacement.

Resulta extraño añorar lo jamás tenido, aquello de lo que nunca ha formado parte. Resulta extraño tener una sensación elegíaca acerca de un pasado que en realidad nunca ha conocido

crees que me amarían, unos niños engendrados desde las entrañas de la indiferencia? Por supuesto que no. Me odiarían y me despreciarían, que es exactamente lo que yo me merecería. ¿Quién necesita a un padre de corazón ausente?

Estás conmigo, pero no de la misma forma que estás en América, no cuando estabas cuando te marchaste, sino estando de una forma profunda e inmutable: como el amado, como ese que no muere. Es a tu alma a quien me dirijo, igual que será mi alma la que se quedará contigo cuando esta carta termine

Perryville without

I miss you.…" He stroked the indentation of the gown where her waist would have been—should have been. "I miss you so much.

Beth's not on that train? Nope. She's not even in that station, that town, or that part of whatever country your metaphor lives in.

Rhage exhaled slowly, air easing out of his nose. As he sank into his skin, he reveled in the perfection of peace. The heavenly silence. The great roaring absence.

Every night I went into Hannah's room and sat with her stuff. The thing I couldn't get was how her clothes and her books and her drawings were still there, but she wasn't. It just didn't compute. Her room was a like a car without an engine, everything where it should be, except all it was was potential. None of it was going to get used again.

Great loss, like death, required time to become real. The brain needed to get trained in the absence, the never again, the there-but-now-gone. Emotions, after all, could be so strong that they could warp reality—not in the sense that mourning could resurrect what had been lost, but more like grief could sharpen recollection to such painful degrees that it was as if you could call the person to you, touch them . . . hold them.

Time was draining out like water from a bath, leaving a whole lot of cold in its absence

I don't like sleeping without you.

I missed you.

Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In the cold streets Your warm body. In whatever room Your warm body. Among all the people Your absence The people who are always Not you. I have been easy with trees Too long. Too familiar with mountains. Joy has been a habit. Now Suddenly This rain.

And a bird who was on a crooked branch is suddenly gone without my even hearing him.

And suddenly, not a soul's at the store as for other & similar & just as blank reasons, they've gone to the silence, the suppers of their own mystery.

little absent from everything in the way of a Zen Master actually who realizes that everything is indifferent anyway