Quotes About Absence

The mechanic says, If you're male and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?

Ev­ery­one else I could call is dead.

With all the seats empty, you could pretend everyone's just gone to the bathroom.

Tyler never knew his father.

If you're male and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?

The mechanic says 'If you're male and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?' 'What you end up doing' the mechanic says, 'is spend your life searching for a father and God.

Maybe we didn't need a father to complete ourselves.

Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy. Often before falling asleep - in that small struggle not to lose consciousness and enter the greater world - often, before having the courage to go toward the greatness of sleep, I pretend that someone is holding my hand and I go, go toward the enormous absence of form that is sleep. And when even then I can't find the courage, then I dream.

This is the first letter I have ever written. That a few marks on this piece of paper can bring you my heart in my absence is a great magic. Life is a constant source of wonder.

The opposite of job dissatisfaction isn't job satisfaction, but rather an absence of job dissatisfaction.

if you instantly improve the hygiene factors of your job, you're not going to suddenly love it. At best, you just won't hate it anymore. The opposite of job dissatisfaction isn't job satisfaction, but rather an absence of job dissatisfaction.

She wanted nothing that he could offer her, except perhaps his absence.

So quickly? Todd cleared away another wave of tears and looked down at the body on the table. Dempsey's eye was still half-open, but it didn't look back at him any longer. Where there'd been a sliver of bright life, where there'd been mischief and shared rituals—where, in short, there'd been Dempsey—there was nothing.

This is the thing, I think often, that never occurs to you when you consider what it would be like to lose someone you love. That you would miss not just the flowers and kisses, but the totality of the experience. You miss the failures and little evils with as much desperation as you miss being held in the middle of the night. I wish he were here now, and I was kissing him. I wish he were here now, and I was betraying him. Either would be fine, so fine, as long as he was here.

Total absence of humor renders life impossible.

to the empty space usually reserved for Valentine.

Reconnected the dead to the living world that processed without them.

Without you, she wrote in Hebrew, I am without any depth, I am on the surface here, waiting.

That's what I like about God. You get to know Him by His occasional absence.

If Abir had not gone, she would not need to be remembered. Her absence, then, was her presence.

Her heart turned dark at the place that had been his.

Un ser ausente de su belleza es doblemente más bello

There was a mystery about it. You were given a sharp, acute, uncomfortable grain—the actual meeting; horribly painful as often not; yet in absence, in the most unlikely places, it would flower out, open, shed its scent, let you touch, taste, look about you, get the whole feel of it and understanding, after years of lying lost.

Yes, I miss you, I miss you.