Quotes About Absence

Brian Howe had no mother, so he won't be missed.

Emotional damage is never easy to measure, but mothers who are alive but psychically absent impose filial burdens which knot their children's feelings in a way biologic orphans are spared.

My mother had lived in London since I was little, so she never got to see my school plays and stuff.

I feel about mothers the way I feel about dimples: because I do not have one myself, I notice everyone who does.

There was just no good way for a dead son to greet his mother almost two weeks after his funeral.

My father and mother split and I never saw my father until I was 20, nor did I see much more of my mother.

When my mother left me waiting for her, [she] established in me the habit of waiting and expectation which makes any present moment most significant for what it does not contain.

My tombstone? I'm thinking something along the lines of, 'Geez, he was just here a minute ago.'

A schizophrenic is a person who already has a natural tendency to absent himself from this world.

You know, one of the tragedies of real life is that there is no background music.

Confront a corpse at least once. The absolute absence of life is the most disturbing and challenging confrontation you will ever have.

Stupid cupid keeps on calling me, but I see nothing in his eyes. I miss my babe

There is no good singing, there is only present and absent.

What happens when the music stops? Where does it go?

Music is what you notice when it's no longer in your presence.

you dont know what you got till its gone

For the signifier is a unit in its very uniqueness, being by nature symbol only of an absence.

Where have all the flowers gone

Nature abhors a vacuum.

A vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with.

This may be the very nature of love, a passion as fickle as the sea, full of certainty when the object of desire is absent, yet dubious when confronted again with the lover's presence.

Only what is seen, appreciated, and loved will be missed in its absence which makes humans creatures of habit

His absence seemed a solid thing, a burden I must carry in addition to my grief... Yet I knew I would continue to live. Sometimes that knowledge seemed the worst part of my loss.

She left, never to return. I planted a tree and a seed each time I thought of her. I grew a small forest and a large garden and had no one to give the orchids to.