Quotes About Absence

Perhaps what most of us perceive as the centers of ourselves are simply no longer needed. And we both know that the absence of function, in nature, means death. There is nothing superfluous in nature.

Because we ceased long ago to be enough apart for a love to span any distance.

The rest, is silence.

I do feel it gone, But know not how it went

And nothing is, but what is not.

What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

For where thou art, there is the world itself, With every several pleasure in the world, And where thou art not, desolation.

And will 'a not come again? And will 'a not come again? No, no, he is dead, Go to thy death bed: He will never come again.

Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, Remembers me of his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Fare thee well, king: sith thus thou wilt appear, Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here.

they have seem'd to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embrac'd as it were from the ends of opposed winds.

How shall I abide In this dull world, which in thy absence is No better than a sty?

I am gone, though I am here. There is no love in you. Nay, I pray you let me go.

I dote on his very absence.

The quality of nothing hath not such need to hide itself

You hold too heinous a respect of grief. CONSTANCE. He talks to me that never had a son. KING PHILIP. You are as fond of grief as of your child. CONSTANCE. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.

but I ain't seen 'em in twenty years.

When the second pain had passed, she stood up slowly and looked around. It was a beautiful morning, a fine world into which to bring someone. She could not let even [his] absence dim the joy her body and spirit felt in this moment. She had work to do, hard work. But it was something only she could do- she and the little body here within hers. Together they must bring forth life.

And not there, not there, not there, Your laughing face and your wind-blown hair Leave not even a ghost in the garden.

As I come through the garden, Suddenly all birds seem to cease their singing: The tight-curled buds like birds on the branches swinging Silently shrink and harden On the naked trees that were once green fountains springing. And you are not there, not there, not there, Your laughing face and your windblown hair Leave not even a ghost in the garden.

One did not so much feel sorrow at his absence as a sense of the unfitness of his not being there.

Early in 1193, at a moment already full of peril, the grave news reached England that the King was prisoner "somewhere in Germany". There was general and well-founded consternation among the loyal bulk of his subjects. John declared that Richard was dead, appeared in arms, and claimed the crown. That England was held for Richard in his long absence against all these powerful and subtle forces is a proof of the loyalties of the feudal age.

Ju? si? ?ciemnia?o, ju? prawie by?o ciemno. I wilgotno. Gdzie Fryderyk?