Quotes About Absence

Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.

amor es lo más parecido a las mentiras. Justifica u opaca a la razón, por derecho o torcido que parezca, no requiere de justificaciones, se reproduce a la menor provocación y exige todo el crédito del mundo. Además de que nadie o casi nadie puede vivir tranquilo en su total ausencia.

Lo demás es el cielo. Y eso lo sabes porque tu memoria borró piadosamente palabras, gestos, hechuras y deshechuras, para dejarte de esas tres, cuatro horas, el recuerdo hechizado de sus ojos almirantes y la cicatriz de un beso cuya innata radiactividad habrá de atormentarte en silencio cuantas veces vuelvas al Perro y no esté allí Carolina.

His heart is expended that way, of loving the single, particular individual. He loved Clara with every fibre of his being, but now he has nothing left. Or rather, he has learned to live with her absence, and he has no wish to fill that absence; that would be like losing her a second time. Instead he would prefer to be kind to everyone, a less personal but broader love.

What we call pleasure, and rightly so is the absence of all pain.

This water is cool and clean as anything I have ever tasted; it tastes of my father leaving, of him never having been there, of having nothing after he was gone.

The surest test of discipline is it's absence.

I had reached nothingness, and the nothingness was live and moist.

Que não se acorde quem está todo ausente, quem está absorto está sentindo o pesos das coisas.

Ah, so that must have been her mystery: she had discovered a trail into the forest. Surely that was where she went during her absences. Returning with her eyes filled with gentleness & ignorance, eyes made whole. An ignorance so vast that inside it all the world's wisdom could be contained & lost.

Só uma pessoa muito delicada pode entrar no quarto vazio onde há um espelho vazio, e com tal leveza, com tal ausência de si mesma, que a imagem não marca. Como prêmio, essa pessoa delicada terá então penetrado num dos segredos invioláveis das coisas: Vi o espelho propriamente dito.

Dar a mão a alguém sempre foi o que esperei da alegria. Muitas vezes antes de adormecer - nessa pequena luta por não perder a consciência ir para a grandeza do sono, finjo que alguém está me dando a mão e então vou, vou para a enorme ausência de forma que é o sono. E quando mesmo assim não tenho coragem, então eu sonho.

Where? On the impalpable and the invisible. Nowhere. Not even necessarily in the place where my mistress happens to be, since I sometimes love her better absent than present.

La muerte pide resignación, la ausencia no.

La extrañaba incluso más que a Ana, tal vez porque echar de menos a alguien vivo tiene más sentido que hacerlo con un muerto. La muerte pide resignación, la ausencia no.

Forgiveness, I finally decide, is not the death of amnesia, nor is it a form of madness, as Derrida claims. For the one who forgives, it is simply a death, a dying down in the heart, the position of the already dead. It is in the end the living through, the understanding that this has happened, is happening, happens. Period. It is a feeling of nothingness that cannot be communicated to another, an absence, a bottomless vacancy held by the living, beyond all that is hatred or love.

Toda e qualquer vida se decide na capacidade de crença ou na sua ausência, toda e qualquer viagem se joga entre a pausa e a fuga.

Your disappearance will not be the silence or absence of your love and compassion for others. Just stay upright, humble and balanced.

When you miss someone....it's weird…your body doesn't function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it's not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

I find it devastatingly sad that a woman could disappear to this extent, leaving no trace other than a daughter who barely remembers her.

The absence of love is the most abject pain.

But everyone thought you were dead. You didn't write, that's why you're alive now.

When he wakes he has to learn the lack of her all over again

Last night he kept the vigil alone. He lay awake, wishing Liz back; waiting for her to come and lie beside him. It's true he is at Esher with the cardinal, not at home at the Austin Friars. But, he thought, she'll know how to find me. She'll look for the cardinal, drawn through the space between worlds by incense and candlelight. Whereever the cardinal is, I will be.