Quotes About Absence

The only place their voices were left was in my head. It was better than being alone but it was so, so lonely.

When I was visiting her a few years ago she hugged me and said, 'Tomorrow after you leave I will stand here at this window and remember that yesterday you were right here with me.' And now she's dead and I have that feeling all the time, no matter where I stand.

It is a subtle violence, the violence of absence.

Tomorrow after you leave I will stand here at this window and remember that yesterday you were right here with me.

Can you miss someone you've never known? Mary does.

She was a child robbed of her beloved sea and shore

Half an ear cocked, something in me, all night, every night, is waiting for you to come home.

This was food without you. Our loft, rich with the international booty of baskets and carvings, took on the tacky, cluttered aspect of an import outlet: This was our home without you. Objects had never seemed so inert, so pugnaciously incompensatory. Your remnants mocked me: the jump rope limp on its hook; the dirty socks, stiff, caricatured deflations of your size eleven feet.

Se supone que los hombres piensan en el sexo todo el tiempo, pero él ya no lo hacía, y ahora lo recordaba con tanta fuerza que dolía.

It should be you missing and Ellie eating beans on toast.

Hell was not a pit of fire and brimstone. Hell was waking up alone, the sheets wet with your tears and your seed, knowing the woman you had dreamed of would never come back to you.

But the absence of tears wasn't the same as an absence of feeling.

The question we all face is what sort of culture we will live in for the rest of our lives and then hand on to the next generation - one that embraces these most basic of values, or one that collapses because of their absence.

I suppose that by being absent from the music business, it appeared that I just dropped out, but really I never did. I was continuously working and doing various things.

My parents divorced when I was 3 years old. They had a lounge act in Las Vegas, where I was born. The band broke up and the marriage dissolved, and my mother, my sister and I moved to Southern California. And I didn't see my dad a lot growing up; he was on the road a lot. I'd see him every couple years.

Even if she loved him with all her heart, it would still be the love of a dead woman.

existence is without memory; of the vanished it retains nothing—not even a memory.

Anny kar??mda, dört y?ld?r birbirimizi görmedik, ama birbirimize söyleyecek sözümüz yok art?k.

Le silence, c'est Dieu. L'absence, c'est Dieu. Dieu, c'est la solitude des hommes.

I love you enormously. I'm spending a little time away from you—quite absurd and contingent. I would so like to see you, my stubborn little thing, and tell you my stories and hold your hand. You are my love, you good little being. Far from you I measure the nothingness of the flesh, and I am not having much fun.

Neither simply present nor simply absent, the trace is an undecidable. The relay of differences (pig, big, bag, rag, rat, etc) depends upon a structural undecidability, a play of presence and absence at the origin of meaning. Undecidability at the "origin", between presence and absence.

Now, if the trace is a constant sliding between presence and absence, those philosophical words cannot establish full, replete presence.

Haven't seen him since he clocked off last

La Rochefoucauld: Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fire.