Quotes About Absence

The engine has been removed.

I felt the cancelled life dreaming after me. Yes, a ghost. A vestige. Something remaining.

Beyond my window, a thick layer of snow covered the ledge. I became aware of a hush of anticipation, a tremendous surrounding absence. I got out of bed, dressed in my clothes, and went out to look at the city.

I will be gone, but I will miss you if I'm still able to miss anything, that is, if some particle of me remains and some particle of you.

She died in a fire. I miss her like you... If I was underwater, I wouldn't miss oxygen that much.

Corruption is the primary reason societies fail to thrive; societies in which corruption is held in check prosper economically, socially, and morally. Nothing explains the success or failure of countries more than does the presence or absence of corruption.

There was a smell about the place, which I imagined as the smell of misery and fear, though I supposed it was no more than the niff of ancient squalor and an absence of drains.

I suddenly realized how much I looked forward to seeing him at dinner after the day's work, how my heart would leap when I saw him unexpectedly at odd moments during the day, and how much I depended on his company and his solid, reassuring presence amid the complexities of life in the castle. And, to be perfectly honest, how much I liked the smooth, warm strength of him in my bed each night, and waking to his tousled, smiling kisses in the mornings. The prospect of his absence was bleak.

Would he ever come back? He wondered. The water filled his ears with its own rush, and he was comforted by the realization that, in fact, he never left.

And his place shall know him no more.

God was going to be to me the father that I never had, the father that I didn't have enough of, enough time with.

I know that in my own mind, I struggle with a desire to be both entirely absent and entirely present in any given moment.

cuantas veces deseara, siempre que fuera en ausencia de Bernat, lo que, atendidas sus obligaciones, sucedía con mucha frecuencia. —Y eso también cambiará —le aseguró Mercè. —No.

Spiritual desire is the experience of God's presence in us or it may be the absence of God as well, since a feeling of absence may stimulate a yearning for God. It is the experience of delightful love and fearful emptiness.

What is love? Love is not a collection of words, a sonnet, music or art. Love is the act of you not existing so that someone else can.

Bad as I like ye, it's worse without ye.

God Was Here but He Left Early

The word connects the visible trace with the invisible thing, the absent thing, the thing that is desired or feared, like a frail emergency bridge flung over an abyss.

the cemetery is the home of those who are not here, come in.

There are three hypotheses about the inhabitants of Baucis: that they hate the earth; that they respect it so much they avoid all contact; that they love it as it was before they existed and with spyglasses and telescopes aimed downward they never tire of examining it, leaf by leaf, stone by stone, ant by ant, contemplating with fascination their own absence.

Meanwhile, what do you do? How do you occupy this absence of yourself from the world and of the world from you? You read; you do not raise your eyes from the book between one airport and the other, because beyond the page there is the void, the anonymity of stopovers, of the metallic uterus that contains you and nourishes you, of the passing crowd always different and always the same.

To open the gate for me there was a gravedigger I had already met at the Star of The Sweden."I am looking for Mr. Kauderer," I said to him. He answered, " Mr. Kauderer is not here. But since the cemetery is the home of those who are not here, come in.

Há três hipóteses a respeito dos habitantes de Bauci: que odeiam a terra; que a respeitam a ponto de evitar qualquer contato; que a amam da forma que era antes de existirem e com binóculos e telescópios apontados para baixo não se cansam de examiná-la, folha por folha, pedra por pedra, formiga por formiga, contemplando fascinados a própria ausência.

L'estraneità di ciò che non sei più o non possiedi più t'aspetta al varco dei luoghi estranei e non posseduti.