Quotes About Absence

It's 103 comedians, or however many it is, and how would everyone tell it. It's enough people of substance that it makes you think of the people who aren't there that are alive.

The hoax is the very absence of truth, which usually means art is absent, too - hoaxes regularly substitute claims of reality for imagination, facts for form, acting as if artifice is the antithesis of art.

For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean

understanding is the absence of the demand for understanding -- now or tomorrow.

You cannot measure anything unless you have a point. So, if the center is absent, there is no circumference at all. That is pure and simple basic arithmetic.

What you know can never be the beyond. Whatever you experience is not the beyond. If there is any beyond, this movement of 'you' is absent. The absence of this movement probably is the beyond, but the beyond can never be experienced by you; it is when the 'you' is not there. Why are you trying to experience a thing that cannot be experienced?

Absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.

Accident, n.: A condition in which presence of mind is good, but absence of body is better.

It's always times like these when I think of you and I wonder if you ever think of me.

In the absence of Death, In the presence of Death, Only one thing remains, It is Love.

Sometimes the biggest disasters aren't noticed at all–no one's around to write horror stories.

Sometimes the biggest disasters aren't noticed at all - no one's around to write horror stories.

That profound darkness where weeping doesn't exist.

Ojo por ojo. Ojo por ojo como hostia por hostia Ojo árbol Ojo pájaro Ojo río Ojo montaña Ojo mar Ojo tierra Ojo luna Ojo cielo Ojo silencio Ojo soledad por ojo ausencia Ojo dolor por ojo risa

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children, the light of the sun, the sighing of the wind, and the gleam of the stars --all the beauties of creation.

What are you dreaming of Varvara?" asked Avelii. He saw in her eyes that look, at once absent and intimate, that we have when, perhaps unawares, we reach out so intensely toward another person—toward the deep, multiple self within his parcel of eternity—that we stop noticing him in the present.

If you cut out a rectangle of a perfectly blue sky, no clouds, no wind, no birds, frame it with a blue frame, place it faceup on the floor of an empty museum with an open atrium to the sky, that is grief.

The way grief is really about future absence. The way the future closes its offices when a mother dies. What's left: a hole in the ground the size of violence.

Before this other stone appeared, my mother's stone was still my mother because of the absence around her. The appearance of the new stone and the likeness to her stone implied my mother was a stone too, that my mother was buried under the stone too.

The way grief is really about future absence.

Not longer loved or fostered by religion, beauty is lifted from its face as a mask, and its absence exposes features on that face which threaten to become incomprehensible to man.

Never forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.

So," I said at last, staring at my hands. "How's, uh, your car?" "I left it out on the street. Figured it'll be fine there while I'm gone.

It's quiet. No cars. No birds. Nothing.' 'No radio waves,' said the Doctor. 'Not even Radio Four.' 'You can hear radio waves?' 'Of course not. Nobody can hear radio waves,' he said unconvincingly.