Quotes About Absence

Sometimes one simply wants to disappear.

It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

In the morning, when the nothing vase casts a something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that?

This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?

How did her life live itself without her.

he enclosed pieces of string that he used to measure out his body--his head, thigh, forearm, finger, neck, everything. He wanted me to sleep with them under my pillow. He said that when he came back, we would remeasure his body against the string as proof that he hadn't changed.

It was inevitable: Yankel fell in love with his never-wife. He would wake from sleep to miss the weight that never depressed the bed next to him, remember in earnest the weight of gestures she never made, long for the un-weight of her un-arm slung over his too-real chest, making his widower's rememberences that much more convincing and his pain that much more real.

She told him of ship voyages she had taken to places he had never heard of, and stories he knew were all untrue, were bad not-truths, even, but he nodded, and tried to convince himself to be convinced, tried to believe her, because he knew that the origin of the story is always an absence and he wanted to live among presences.

It's true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do?

I opened the coffin. I was surprised again, although again I shouldn't have been. I was surprised that Dad wasn't there. In my brain I knew he wouldn't be, obviously, but I guess my heart believed something else. Or maybe I was surprised by incredibly empty it was. I felt like I was looking into the dictionary definition of emptiness.

He would wake from sleep to miss the weight that never depress the bed next to him, remember in earnest the weight of gestures she never made, long for the un-weight of her un-arm slung over his too real chest, making his widower's remembrances that much more convincing and the pain that much more real.

Dat is de tragiek van de liefde: je houdt van niets zoveel als van dat wat je mist.

En el origen de toda historia yace siempre una ausencia

The end of the world has come often, and continues to often come. Unforgiving, unrelenting, bringing darkness upon darkness, the end of the world is something we have become well acquainted with, habitualized, made into a ritual. It is our religion to try to forget it in its absence, make peace with it when it is undeniable, and return its embrace when it finally comes for us, as it always does.

She told him of ship voyages she had taken to places he had never heard of, and stories he knew were all untrue, were bad non-truths, even, but he nodded and tried to convince himself to be convinced, tried to believe her, because he knew that the origin of a story is always an absence, and he wanted her to live among presences.

E' la tragedia di amare, non si può amare niente più di quello che ci manca.

We made safe places in the apartment where you could go and not exist.

What we don't wrestle we let go of. Love isn't the absence of struggle. Love is struggle.

Everywhere you looked, there it wasn't.

you dont know what you got till its gone

Lo más importante en el proceso de un duelo es aprender a enfrentarse con la ausencia de aquello que no está, es tolerar la impotencia frente a lo que se quebró, es hacerse fuerte para soportar la conciencia de todo lo que no pudo ser; ésta es la esencia del dolor que subyace a una pérdida y más allá de cualquier comprensible y necesaria catarsis, no se puede aliviar reclamando justicia, ni se puede sanar consiguiendo condena.

Tu ausencia me rodea como la cuerda a la garganta, el mar al que se hunde.

Being with you or without you is how I measure my time.

Being with you, and not being with you, is the only way I have to measure time.