Quotes About Absence

He knew she wouldn't be in there – he couldn't hear the kettle boiling, which she always did first thing – but he'd found himself asking for her a lot lately when he entered rooms in the house.

Drew missed Peter when he left, but it was like missing a hole.

That is what death is, a state of constant hunger, for the things you've left behind, for your memories, for life.

Sleep met him like a lover in an empty bed.

Benim yüzümden susay?m deme Kvothe, yoksa sesini özlerim.

Halfpenny a head. That's right. Anyone without a head gets in free.

There is some truth in that. Absence feeds affection.

El silencio más obvio era una calma hueca y resonante, constituida por las cosas que faltaban

On raske igatseda millegi järele, mis on kogu aeg olemas. Puudumine toidab kiindumust.

El silencio más obvio era una calma inmensa y resonante, constituido por las cosas que faltaban

Halfpenny a head. That's right. Anyone without a head gets in free. Thank you, sir.

I know not," I said modestly. "But I think she must not, for she caught me with an easy smile, then stole away without a word. Like dew in dawn's pale light." "Like a dream upon waking,

I'd grown so accustomed to finding her that now I caught glimpses of her when she wasn't there.

The third silence was not an easy thing to notice. If you listened for an hour, you might begin to feel it in the chill metal of a dozen locks turned tight to keep the night away.

met him like a lover in an empty bed. The

No podía oler la falta de olor del niño y no esperaba ninguna emoción de él porque su propia alma estaba sellada.

where there were angels I saw no one. nothing. not even space.

That is death. A disappearing act.

We have missed him in the sunshine, in the storm, in the twilight, ever since.

Even before his death he had been absent, and long ago the people closest to him had learned to accept this absence, to treat it as the fundamental quality of his being. Now that he was gone, it would not be difficult for the world to absorb the fact that he was gone forever. The nature of his life had prepared the world for his death—had been a kind of death by anticipation—and if and when he was remembered, it would be dimly, no more than dimly.

Me parece que siempre seré feliz allí donde no estoy

Desde então, sob o sol radioso, sob a tempestade, ao crepúsculo, sentimos amargamente a sua falta

Even before his death he had been absent, and long ago the people closest to him had learned to accept this absence, to treat it as the fundamental quality of his being.

When words fail you, you dissolve into an image of nothingness. You disappear.