Quotes About Absence

Sangram is my best friend. He loves me more than himself and his absence in my life has brought a vacuum in my life.

I didn't go to the lectures. My valet, who was more distinguished than I, went instead.

4. The unconscious mind can understand and link multiple messages.

Whereas representation attempts to absorb simulation by interpreting it as a false representation, simulation envelops the whole edifice of representation itself as a simulacrum. Such would be the successive phases of the image: it is the reflection of a profound reality; it masks and denatures a profound reality; it masks the absence of a profound reality; it has no relation to any reality whatsoever; it is its own pure simulacrum.

To dissimulate is to pretend not to have what one has. To simulate is to feign to have what one doesn't have. One implies a presence, the other an absence. But it is more complicated than that because simulating is not pretending

la presencia no se borra ante el vacío, se borra ante un redoblamiento de presencia que borra la oposición de la presencia y de la ausencia

The presence is not deleted before the vacuum is cleared before a redoubling of presence that erases the opposition of the presence and absence

In the absence of value judgements, value goes up in flames. And it goes up in a sort of ecstasy.

In the same way as the mentally handicapped will be entitled to damages for the fact of being born, every citizen should be able to claim a natural right to intelligence and therefore, in the worst of cases, demand a stupidity support allowance. The most difficult thing will be to assemble the evidence. Death orders matters well, since the very fact of your absence makes the world distinctly less worthy of being lived in.

So should we save absence? Should we save the void and this nothingness at the heart of the image? At any rate, removing meaning brings out the essential point: namely, that the image is more important than what it speaks about-just as language is more important than what it signifies.

One implies a presence, the other an absence. But it is more complicated than that because simulating is not pretending: Whoever fakes an illness can simply stay in bed and make everyone believe he is ill. Whoever simulates an illness produces in himself some of the symptoms (Littré).

It's strange. I felt less lonely when I didn't know you.

Nothingness stands at the origin of negative judgment because it is itself negation. It founds the negation as an act because it is the negation of being.

All through the meal Mr Horsfield talked without thinking of what he was saying. He was full of an absurd feeling of expectancy.

Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.

I discover that grief means living with someone who is no longer there.

The missingness of the missing. We know what that feels like. Every endeavor, every kiss, every stab in the heart, every letter home, every leaving, is a ransack of what's in front of us in the service of what's lost.

One of us hadn't finished, why did the other one go? And why without warning? Even death after long illness is without warning. The moment you had prepared for so carefully took you by storm. The troops broke through the window and snatched the body and the body is gone. The day before the Wednesday last, this time a year ago, you were here and now you're not. Why not? Death reduces us to the baffled logic of a small child. If yesterday why not today? And where are you?

I discover that grief means living with someone who is not there.

Contentment is a feeling you say? Are you sure it's not an absence of feeling?

In my country there are no gods left. The Romans have driven them out. There are some who say that they have hidden themselves in the mountains, but I do not believe it. Three nights I have been on the mountains seeking them everywhere. I did not find them. And at last I called them by their names, and they did not come. I think they are dead.

I know it is your voice in the corridor but when I run outside the corridor is empty. There is nothing I can do that will make any difference. The last word was yours.

The body was there, the woman inside disappeared.

She found her very pale and very still, all the life gone out of her.