Quotes About Absence

My only fear is that my absence has gained more weight and popularity than my presence. The past is praised while the present is dragged through the mud.

The absence of pain is no guarantee of good health.

she felt about men the way she felt about pistachio nuts: she did not mind to have them around, but she did not go out of her way to find them, and she did not miss them when they were gone. Poor Vincent, I thought

Skin chilling, she realized he had no more in him.

Has hecho un agujero en mi corazón y me causa dolor cuando no estás allí para llenarlo.

My chair was empty, as if I had just stepped away from the table and the True Family expected me to return at any moment.

This is the trouble with history. You can't see what's not there.

What haunts me is not exactly the absence of literal space so much as a deep craving for metaphorical space: release, escape, some kind of open-ended freedom.

The writer C. S. Lewis once characterized this style of argument: "The very lack of evidence is thus treated as evidence; the absence of smoke proves that the fire is very carefully hidden."18 Such arguments are effectively impossible to refute, as Lewis noted. "A belief in invisible cats cannot be logically disproved," although it does "tell us a good deal about those who hold it."19 The

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When you've been raised inside a religion, it's not a small thing to step outside it. Even if you no longer believe in it, you can feel its absence. There's a spirit-would to a Sunday. You can patch it, but it's there, whether natural or invented not for me to say.

Where are you, Aeney? You slip away from me as you always did. Where are you?

How do you measure absence? There had been minutes that had become hours, and hours that had been like a desert with no horizon. There had been days dull and deadened as lead, and whole weeks when she'd had to force herself forward, inch by inch, across their expanse. How do you know when your heart is ready once more?

There's an anticipated, ambiguous grief; a premature mourning of the self, or of the beloved other. During dementia's last stages, a beloved person may be there and yet absent, a powerful reminder of the self's loss.

Sono tutti morti. Sono tutti morti e vivono in buchi come questo. E in uno ci sono io. Tutti quanti. Il mondo è un posto pieno di buchi dove dentro ci sono i morti. E anche la luna è una palla tutta piena di buchi e dentro ci sono altri morti.

What I missed was what I missed every year when the season ended and abruptly the radio was quiet. I missed them.

The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence; else who could bear it?

The other bomb disappeared

If there is a conclusion it is zero.

After all, the ideal of bourgeois politics is the absence of politics, since capital is nothing other than the consistent displacement of social decision-making into the marketplace

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No furniture, no light fittings, no carpet, no bodies. Not a single body. Nothing but the million ducks, the three million ducklings and a window.

But I'm not saying anything because I've just noticed the brick. Or rather the lack of brick. Of course, some of the dark shapes on the floor probably are bricks, but they don't look like my brick. The one that can be up against the door. But isn't.

Whatever she did she would find herself thinking of people who weren't there.

There are always people missing. And sometimes I see their ghosts.