Quotes About Absence

My mother's abscence hit me in a new, bitter way, because sometimes you can't begin to know everything you've lost until someone shows you what you might have had.

I had never had to deal with dogs in Venda. There were none. They had all been eaten.

Loss flooded my throat. It had gripped me today with a fresh, cruel hand, reaching into my heart, tugging, reminding me of what I had lost... My mother's absence hit me in a new, bitter way, because sometimes you can't begin to know everything you've lost until someone shows you what you might have had.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

Matt had told me that cold was just the absence of heat, but it didn't feel like that. It felt like a presence. It felt stealthy, like a thief. You had to wrap your clothes tight around you or it would steal your warmth, and when all your warmth was gone you'd just be a shell, empty and brittle as a dead beetle.

It was best to be pined for when you went missing.

Often in those two months I said to myself, If I live, I will wipe this time from my mind; I cannot even bear the memory. Yet now I turn to it. He is gone; and all times when he was there seem like lost riches.

In our absence, the violet early evening light pours in the bay window, filling the still room like water poured into a glass. The glass is delicate. The thin, tight surface of the liquid light trembles. But it does not break. Time does not pass. Not yet.

I began to measure things in absence instead of presence.

What's left of me is just for you to see in your heart Even though we may be far apart Never fear if I should disappear You will see there are still stars that shine after me

Los días pasan, la noche permanece. Te echo de menos.

A falta de hablar con ella, hablaba de ella.

Les jours passent, la nuit reste. Maintenant, tu me manques. Des fois c'est tes bras, des fois c'est tes pas dont je crois reconnaître le bruit. La plupart du temps, c'est toi en entier, avec ta voix et tes petites façons d'être ma mère.

La temperatura de mi corazón ha caído bajo cero. Estás muerta.

To lose someone you love is the very worst thing in the world. It creates an invisible hole that you feel you are falling down and will never end. People you love make the world real and solid and when they suddenly go away forever, nothing feels solid any more.

Another strange thing was how absence had intensified my feelings for her. How I craved the sweet everyday reality of just being with her, of having a mundane conversation about how our days had been. The gentle but unbettered comfort of coexistence. I couldn't think of a better purpose for the universe than for her to be in it.

Want is an interesting word. It means lack.

wanting is also lacking. That is what "want" means.

As she stared at Voltaire's still and peaceful expression – that total absence of pain – there was an inescapable feeling brewing in the darkness. Envy.

the thing that had left her vulnerable, really, was the absence of love.

I think you only appreciate me when you don't have me, which is not a great trait to have.

I miss you,' she said into the air, as if the spirits of every person she'd loved were in the room with her.

I miss you,' she said into the air, as if the spirits of every person she'd loved were in the room with her.

I miss you", she said into the air, as if the spirits of every person she'd loved were in the room with her.