Quotes About Absence

What if Captain Smythe did not reject his orders? What if Captain Smythe was not there at all? What if instead of soldiers they

Alas! thou talk'st like one who never felt Th' impatient throbs longings of a soul... A lover does not live by vulgar time: Believe me, Portius, in my Lucia's absence Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burden; And yet, when I behold the charming maid, I'm ten times more undone, while hope and fear, And grief, and rage, and love, rise up at once, And with variety of pain distract me...

For the past three months, Darlene had waited for the fact of her father's death to reach every corner of her mind. She had been through this process when Mama died; she knew how it would unfold. Right now, each morning was its own little funeral. She would wake up and listen for Daddy's footsteps, sniff the air for his pipe smoke, open her eyes, and remember. Every morning she lost him...

Our hearts mourn when a loved-one departs, but with courage we learn to accept their absence in our lives. In gratitude, we appreciate the time that was given. And with love, the memories are not forsaken. We continue to create new ones so we can smile again.

Missing you isn't just an empty void — it's what-ifs and questions and endless thoughts and bittersweet memories and runaway feelings and emotions that can't get a hold on anything physical so just slip and slide around my mind, and hide and re-emerge.

Bad as I like ye, it's worse without ye.

Where Thou art – that – is Home... Where Thou art not – is Wo...

The world now lacks a Sir Pom-pom, with all his funny ways! I wonder where he is now? Or is he anywhere at all? Can someone be nowhere?

I'm always wondering if he'll return. Sometimes I pray that he doesn't. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn't solid the way death is. It's fluid, like language. And it hurts so much...so, so much.

It was that palpable sense of presence shoved up against the reality of absence, like hot against cold, that really threatened to buckle the whole mass.

the central signified, the original or transcendental signified, is never absolutely present outside a system of differences. The absence of the transcendental signified extends the domain and the interplay of signification ad infinitum .

She fitted in my arms, she always had, and the shock of holding her caused me to feel that my arms had been empty since she had been away.

If I am not here' said Giovanni, both vindictive and near tears, 'by the time you come back again, I will be at home. You remember where that is - ? It is near a zoo.

I have never reached you, said Giovanni. You have never really been here.

The absence of Jesus is the mode of his presence.

It is not what they built. It is what they knocked down. It is not the houses. It is the spaces between the houses. It is not the streets that exist. It is the streets that no longer exist.

I am going to die. When I die I will be dead, gone, no more. There will be no more thinking, no more breathing, no more feeling of any kind. There will blackness and the blackness will be eternal. There will be silence and the silence will last forever. I am going to die.

That's the worst way to miss somebody. When they're right beside you and yo miss them anyway.

I never met my Uncle Jack. My mom was six months pregnant with me when he died. But I knew his wife and two kids very well.

Being a child that grew up with a single mom back in the '70s, Father's Day to me was always a very uncomfortable time. At school, we would make Father's Day cards for our dads, and I usually mailed one to my dad, and he hardly ever responded.

Sometimes only when opportunity stops banging to be let in do we notice its absence!

Presence and AbsenceA certain person may have, as you say, a wonderful presence: I do not know. What I do know is that he has a perfectly delightful absence.

Leaving a place, a person or a country silently and without any notice is a heroic and a noble way of teaching the importance of your presence to those who ignore your existence!

Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.