Quotes About Absence

They waited nearly two hours, but it was becoming increasingly clear that, for whatever reason, he wasn't going to show.

Why didn't he show up?

Where the hell is Nina?

But she wasn't there, leaving the unarmed Walter alone and unprotected.

It is a terrible thing to find the love of your life.... You know too well what you're missing when it's gone.

How strange, I think—that I am in a place my parents have never been and will never see. How strange that I am here and they are gone.

Her absence is a presence, ghostly and haunting, touching all who knew her. It is impossible that she disappeared, inconceivable that she will never return. She is at once nowhere and everywhere, a constant shadow, elusory and insubstantial, her life an unkept promise, a half-remembered dream.

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.

when he was away she could stand him, and the farther he was away the more she could stand him!

To stave off the panic associated with the absence of a primary object, borderline patients frequently will impulsively engage in behaviors that numb the panic and establish contact with and control over some new object.

Ça m'a fait un peu mal, cette voix sans visage, toute grave, tendue et ces cinq petits mots : Mais enfin je suis là.

You never remember who came to the funeral, but you never forget who didn't.

It's like, how much more black could it be? And the answer is none, none more black.

Brian starts telling stories about Derrida: perfectly happy, it seems, to accept all the privileges of the author. Theories of authorial absence, says Brian, tend to leave out the curious circumstance that the author is always there to pick up his cheque.

Ten times a day it stopped me like a bolt into my chest: that she was no longer here. That she would never be here. That I might walk and walk and yet I would never again come home to her.

You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realise, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps, though you can put your hand out to where things were and feel that tense, shining dullness of the space where the memories are.

There is a time in life when you expect the world to be always full of new things. And then comes a day when you realise that is not how it will be at all. You see that life will become a thing made of holes. Absences. Losses. Things that were there and are no longer. And you realise, too, that you have to grow around and between the gaps, though you can put your hand out to where things were and feel that tense, shining dullness of the space where the memories are.

So I leaned over the bed and spoke to my father who was not there. I addressed him seriously and carefully. I told him that I loved him and missed him and would miss him always. And I talked on, explaining things to him, things I cannot now remember but which at the time were of clear and burning importance. Then there was silence. And I waited. I did not know why. Until I realised it was in hope that an answer might come. And then I knew it was over.

I remembered something from a short story I'd read, about how the girl you want is the girl you see once and then she is nowhere to be found. The girl who does not appear in the crowded room.

Looking at those last photos was like flipping through a book of silence.

Mr. Fox didn't come, he didn't come, he didn't.

I see you in the grass, Running through the snow, But where you have gone, I cannot go.

Long Years apart - can make no Breach a second cannot fill - The absence of the Witch does not Invalidate the spell -

After supper we climbed into his car. He didn't ask what I wanted to see, he just drove me to the corner where the Globe Theatre stood. Nothing is there now, the lot is empty. I made him stop the car and I got out and stood on that empty lot and I thought the top of my head would come off.