Quotes About Absence

El silencio de la muerte es el peor de los silencios, porque el silencio rulfiano es un silencio aceptado y el rimbaudiano es un silencio buscado, pero el silencio de la muerte es el que corta de tajo lo que pudo ser y nunca más va a poder ser, lo que no sabremos jamás.

un poeta latinoamericano que al llegar la noche se echa en su jergón y sueña nn sueño maravilloso que atraviesa países y años un sueño maravilloso que atraviesa enfermedades y ausencias

Silence hovers in the yards, leaving no pages with writing on them, that thing we'll later call the work.

His absence seemed a solid thing, a burden I must carry in addition to my grief... Yet I knew I would continue to live. Sometimes that knowledge seemed the worst part of my loss.

The knowledge that he had left me with no intent ever to return had come over me in tiny droplets of realization spread over the years. And each droplet of comprehension brought its own small measure of hurt...He had wished me well in finding my own fate to follow, and I never doubted his sincerity. But it had taken me years to accept that his absence in my life was a deliberate finality, an act he had chosen, a thing completed even as some part of my soul still dangled, waiting for his return.

sometimes it only makes one more lonely to know that somewhere else, one's friends and family are well.

The loneliness that can never be filled by anyone except the one whose loss created the absence;

He had wished me well in finding my own fate to follow, and I never doubted his sincerity. But it had taken me years to accept that his absence in my life was a deliberate finality, an act he had chosen, a thing completed even as some part of my soul still dangled, waiting for his return. That, I think, is the shock of any relationship ending. It is realizing that what is still an ongoing relationship to someone is, for the other person, something finished and done with.

But it had taken me years to accept his absence in my life was a deliberate finality, an act he had chosen, a thing completed even as some part of my soul still dangling, waiting for his return. That, I think, is the shock of any relationship ending. It is realizing that what is still an ongoing relationship to someone is, for the other person, something finished and done with.

Thuis, dat zijn mensen. Het is niet een plaats. Als je er terugkeert nadat de mensen verdwenen zijn, zie je alleen nog wat er niet is.

Despite their efforts to keep me from her, I saw Molly everywhere. Oh, not her person, no, but in the scent of the fat bayberry candle burning so sweetly, in the cloak left draped over a chair, even the honey in the honey cakes tasted of Molly to me.

Home is people. Not a place. If you go back there after the people are gone, then all you can see is what is not there any more.

There is no evil in the darkness, it's just an absence of light.

People lose people. I don't know why we're all so damned careless. ...there's someone somewhere wondering where and why they lose them.

Suddenly, someone who was at the center of your life is gone, excised as quickly as an apple is cored, a sharp spike driven down the center of your world, then a cruel flick of the wrist and the almost surgical extraction of your very heart.

Jake thanked God he had a son to put to bed when he knew somewhere there was a family, right now, waiting for someone who would never come home.

gestured to an empty chair

Let me see you going but never coming back.

When my father died, I waited for a haunting. I prayed for one. But he never came; I think he would have if he could.

Where Is Mrs. Hirsch?

The Hirsch family had gone somewhere. Why else would they close the shop?

There is a sad disconnectedness that overcomes a library when its owner is gone.

All sorts of men don't make it home for the births of their children. But My mother was out of town on the day I was born, so she missed it, just seems . . . seems like a more profound complaint, somehow.

In a voice not his own, as resonant in this cell as the reverberations in a bass drum, Iroki said, 'Take better care of my gift this time, child. You're going to need it.' The sense but not the sound of an immense belly laugh, tidal, oceans deep. And then as vast as the presence, somehow vaster, absence. The emptiness left was like a room stripped of its very air. One would weep for the loss if one could only breathe.