Quotes About Absence

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee to me.

Except I be by Silvia in the night,There is no music in the nightingale.

How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere

When a goat likes a book, the whole book is gone, and the meaning has to go find an author again. - The Trouble With Reading

Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

In the ideology of the free market, freedom is conceived as the absence of interference from others. There are no common ends to which our desires are directed. In the absence of such ends, all that remains is the sheer arbitrary power of one will against another.

It's not a struggle, but sometimes when you're gone for a month or two, you start to miss your friends. I love acting so much that it fills that gap of being sad about not being able to see my friends.

The greatest threat to freedom is the absence of criticism.

It's the most beautiful disappearance ever.

The traces of my father's presence, which I had done my best to preserve, had vanished, replaced by an emptiness that would not be filled. I stood in the middle of that emptiness, feeling myself on the verge of being drawn into its terrible depth.

Disappeared' is the only way to describe it-it was as if he dissolved into thin air without so much as a whimper. I wouldn't have believed that a human being with a brain, a heart, with arms and legs and the power of speech could have simple vanished like that. There was nothing about him that suggested he would disappear.

I feel empty when Root isn't here," I said. I hadn't really been speaking to him, but the Professor murmured in reply, "So, you're saying that there's a zero in you?" "I suppose that's what I mean," I said, nodding weakly. "The person who discovered zero must have been remarkable, don't you think?" "Hasn't zero been around forever?" "How long is forever?

Not simply an absence of noise, but an accumulation of layers of silence, untouched by fallen hair or mold, silence that the Professor left behind as he wandered through the numbers, silence like a clear lake hidden in the depths of the forest.

And yet, the room was filled by a kind of stillness. Not simply an absence of noise, but an accumulation of layers of silence, untouched by fallen hair or mold, silence that the Professor left behind as he wandered through the numbers, silence like a clear lake hidden in the depths of the forest.

When they were gone, a calm fell as though the air itself were breathing with infinite care. The owners turned for home, empty cages in hand. And that was how the birds disappeared.

goes on like this and we can't compensate for the things that get lost, the island will soon be nothing but absences and holes, and when it's completely hollowed out, we'll all disappear without a trace. Don't you ever feel that way?

All the eyes flew away from me like mayflies, I couldn't catch a single one

Where I am, death is not; where death is, I am not.

There's a poem by Borges that begins, Ya no es mágico el mundo. Te han dejado . The world's not magical anymore. You've been left. He says left , an everyday word, a word that makes no noise.

She was always going to be the smartest, kindest, funniest, loyalest person we would ever meet, and the fact of her not being here well it just isn't right

Can I say something? Before we go back to the party?' 'Go on.' 'I'm a little drunk.' 'Me too. That's okay.' 'Just … I missed you, you know.' 'I missed you too.' 'But so, so much, Dexter. There were so many things I wanted to talk to you about, and you weren't there—' 'Same here.' 'And I feel a little guilty, sort of running away like that.

When I didn't see you, I thought about you every day, I mean every day, in some way or another." - Emma

Remember the French saying: 'He who is absent is always wrong.

Soon there'll be nothing left of me Nothing left to release