Quotes About Absence

I miss you dreadfully!

It was the longest we had been apart since we'd met. I said, "Home from the hills is the hunter.

before she disappeared.

The cramped harsh world he portrays is a paradoxically eloquent assertion of the importance of what is so strikingly absent from it: small acts of kindness.

and you would never know they were gone, but losing a child left an emptiness so large it screamed to be filled with memories.

I worried, but I couldn't bring myself to trap him inside and make him a prisoner, so I'd put in his door. The house felt empty without him.

I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart

Absence diminishes minor passions and inflames great ones, as the wind douses a candle and fans a fire. La Rochefoucauld, 1613-1680 OBSERVANCE

Valiant! The word mocked me, for I knew myself to be anything but valiant. What I had done, I had done in a fit of insane bitterness, not with cool courage, not with brave quick thinking, not with presence of mind - but with absence of it.

Someone would cut his name into the face of a tombstone and it would be as if he never was.

You say you felt a presence, but I only sensed an absence. A vague pain without a source. I was like a patient who cannot tell the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.

Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.

Some days, I listen to that clock ticking in the hallway. Then I think of all the ticks, all the minutes, all the hours and days and weeks and months and years waiting for me. All of it without you. And I can't breathe then, like someone's stepping on my heart. I get so weak. So weak I just want to collapse somewhere.

She remembered all too well how time had dragged without him, how she had shuffled about feeling waylaid, out of balance. How shr could ever cope with his permanent absence?

Thirteen days. Almost two weeks. And, just five days in, Laila had learned a fundamental truth about time: Like the accordion on which Tariq's father sometimes played old Pashto songs, time stretched and contracted depending on Tariq's absence or presence.

Thirteen days. Almost two weeks. And, just five days in, she had learned a fundamental truth about time: Like the accordion on which sometimes played old Pashto songs were played, time stretched and contracted depending on his absence or presence.

Thirteen days. Almost two weeks. And, just five days in, she had learned a fundamental truth about time: Like the accordion on which old Pashto songs were sometimes played, time stretched and contracted depending on his absence or presence.

That there was in her life the absence of something, or someone, fundamental to her own existence. Sometimes it was vague, like a message sent across shadowy byways and vast distances, a weak signal on a radio dial, remote, warbled. Other times it felt so clear, this absence, so intimately close it made her heart lurch.

She remembered all too well how time had dragged without him, how she had shuffled about feeling waylaid, out of balance. How she could ever cope with his permanent absence?

he would not miss him as she did now, when the ache of his absence was her unremitting companion-like the phantom pain of an amputee

She said There was comfort to be found in mathematical truths, the lack of arbitrariness and the absence of ambiguity. In knowing that the answers may be elusive, but they could be found. nothing like life, in other words , he said

Avea deja mai multe jucarii decat ar fi avut nevoie. Si nu exista nicio jucarie pe pamant care sa compenseze absenta tatalui sau.