Quotes About Absence

on the scale of desire, your absence weighs more than someone else's presence

But I no longer believe that trust is essential to organizational functioning or even to effective leadership. Why? Because the data suggest that trust is notable mostly by its absence. Nevertheless, organizations continue to roll along, as do their leaders who seemingly suffer few consequences for being untrustworthy.

Anarchy is all around us. Without it, our world would fall apart. All progress is due to it. All order extends from it. All blessed things that rise above the state of nature are owned to it. The human race thrives only because of the lack of control, not because of it. I'm saying that we need ever more absence of control to make the world a more beautiful place. It is a paradox that we must forever explain.

The free market is not a system. It is not a policy dictated by anyone in particular. It is not something that Washington implements. It does not exist in any legislation, law, bill, regulation, or book. It is what you get when people act on their own, entirely without central direction, and with their own property, and within human associations of their own creation and in their own interest. It is the beauty that emerges in absence of control.

Never around when you needed them, heroes.

Sometimes the most ordinary things are the ones we learn to miss the most.

You are a ghost, Andi," she says. "Almost gone." I look at her. I want to say something but I can't get the words out. She squeezes my hands. "Come back to us," she says. And she's gone.

There was nothing left. Nothing of him, and nothing of me.

That you'll be more careful. That I won't come home to find you gone again.

Making my way out of the bedroom, I found the loft empty, a visceral reminder that it had always been my sister's choice not to know me.

The next thing I knew, she was gone.

Avery, I can personally guarantee that Nash will not ax-murder you or allow you to be ax-murdered by anyone else while I'm gone.

This is what I know about loss: - It doesn't get better. You just (somewhat) get used to it. - You never stop missing the people who go away. - For something that isn't there anymore, it weighs a ton.

Not here. Not now

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

El mundo es para mi una horrenda colección de recuerdos diciéndome que ella vivió y que la he perdido.

Lumea întreag? e o colecÅ£ie însp?imânt?toare de amintiri care-mi spun c? ea a existat ÅŸi c-am pierdut-o!

How can I be at peace if we are parted?

Ti si jedan od onih koje uvijek na?emo kad ih najmanje trebamo, a nikada kada ih trebamo.

For what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at nights, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women - my own features - mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at night, and caught by glimpse in every object by day - I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women - my own features - mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf

Your absence insanes me so-- I do not feel so peaceful, when you are gone from me.

I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away. My heart goes wandering around and calls for Susie...My heart is full of you; none other than you are in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me. If you were here, we need not talk at all for our eyes would whisper for us and, your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language.