Quotes About Absence

Sorrow is long when love has vanished underground.

A hundred days wasted out of two years and a bit ... a day when you were not in my heart; not a day's coldness mistrust or disappointment. Never that.

Your photograph is all I have: it is with me from the morning when I wake up with a frantic half dream about you to the last moment when I think of you and of death at night.

With people like us our home is where we are not.

She told him in a dozen ways, of which the best was without words, how she had missed him. Her emotion reassured him, promised his anxious heart that everything would be all right.

a negligée of robin's-egg blue laid out upon the bed diffused a faint perfume, elusive and familiar. On a chair were a pair of stockings and a street dress; an open powder box yawned upon the bureau. She had gone out.

He was balancing himself on the dashboard of his car with that resourcefulness of movement that is so peculiarly American - that comes, I suppose, with the absence of lifting work in youth and, even more, with the formless grace of our nervous, sporadic games.

He was balancing himself on the dashboard of his car with that resourcefulness of movement that is so peculiarly American — that comes, I suppose, with the absence of lifting work or rigid sitting in youth and, even more, with the formless grace of our nervous, sporadic games.

Quando sentirai il telefono che non suona, sarò io che non chiamo.

I should have paid greater attention to my mentor in graduate school, Samuel Huntington, who once explained that Americans never recognize that, in the developing world, the key is not the kind of government — communist, capitalist, democratic, dictatorial — but the degree of government. That absence of government is what we are watching these days, from Libya to Iraq to Syria. ("Why they still hate us, 13 years later," Washington Post, 09/05/2014)

The chill of what I won't feel gnaws at my present heart.

És o que falta a tudo. És o que a cada coisa falta para a podermos amar sempre.»

Between your body and my desire for it Stretches the chasm of you being conscious. If only I could love and possess you Without you existing or being there!

The presence of another person derails my thoughts; I dream of the other's presence with a strange absent-mindedness that no amount of my analytical scrutiny can define.

Carta para no enviar La dispenso de comparecer en mi idea de usted. Su vida [...] Eso no es mi amor, sino su vida.   La amo como amo el crepúsculo o el reflejo de la luna, con el deseo de que el momento quede, pero sin que sea mío salvo en la sensación de haberlo vivido.

The god is dead whose cult was to be kissed!

Vorrei parlarti, averti sempre accanto, e che non fosse necessario scriverti lettere - le lettere sono segni di separazione - o almeno segni, per la necessità di scriverle, del fatto di essere lontani.

Whoever lives like me doesn't die: he terminates, wilts, devegetates. The place where he was remains without him being there; the street where he walked remains without him being seen on it; the house where he lived is inhabited by not-him. That's all, and we call it nothing;

The total snuffing out of life and the soul, the complete banishment of all beings and people, the night without memory or illusion, the absence of past and future .....

I feel this because I feel nothing. I think this because this is nothing. Nothing, nothing, part of the night and the silence and what I share with them of vacancy, of negativity, of in-betweenness, a gap between me and myself, something forgotten by some god or other … 442

Dias são dias, e noites São noites e não dormi... Os dias a não te ver As noites pensando em ti.

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Cum se face c?,spre deosebire de alÅ£ii, Imediat ce dispari,nu-mi mai e dor de tine? C?ci atunci când nu te v?d,încetezi s? exiÅŸti. Iar dac? Å£i-e dor de ceva ce nu exist?, SimÅ£i acest lucru pentru nimic.

Children know by instinct that hell is an absence of love, and they can pick out theirs without missing.