Quotes About Absence

she'd looked it up and read the definition ("deprived of the possession or use of something; lacking something needed, wanted, or expected")

Solitude is never where you are; it is always where you are not, and is only possible with a stranger present

For the most part, mental illness is caused by an absence of or defect in the love that a particular child required from its particular parents for successful maturation and spiritual growth. It

Como é que se matam saudades não é coisa que se explique de um modo claro. Ele não há ferro nem fogo, corda nem veneno, e todavia as saudades expiram, para a ressurreição, alguma vez antes do terceiro dia. Há quem creia que, ainda mortas, são doces, mais que doces. Esse ponto, no nosso caso, não pode ser ventilado, nem eu quero desenvolvê-lo, como aliás cumpria.

Se mi mancassero solo gli altri, pazienza; più o meno un uomo si consola delle persone che perde; ma il problema è che sono io stesso a mancare, e questa lacuna è tutto.

There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle.

I find,' he says, his voice still muffled, 'that I am constantly wondering where he is. Where he has gone. It is like a wheel ceaselessly turning at the back of my mind. Whatever I am doing, wherever I am, I am thinking: Where is he, where is he? He can't have just vanished. He must be somewhere. All I have to do is find him. I look for him everywhere, in every street, in every crowd, in every audience. That's what I am doing, when I look out at them all: I try to find him, or a version of him.

The leaves crisping at their edges. Here is a season Hamnet has not known or touched. Here is a world moving on without him.

There is a set of advantages that have to do with material resources, and there is a set that have to do with the absence of material resources—and the reason underdogs win as often as they do is that the latter is sometimes every bit the equal of the former.

And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder.

Where did he go when he left us? I spied the new journal he had started using just last week and held it against my chest. This was who he was. But it also was not. It was sad and beautiful knowledge that a person cannot be found elsewhere but in his own spirit. No one could possess it.

I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

everywhere i miss you.

There is a side to Henry that is criminal, identifies itself to the criminal. In Cancer there was a total absence of feeling. Today his absence of feeling for France is appalling, inhuman, after ten years of life there. Why? I have sometimes a feeling for even a particular tree in Paris, a sudden tender remembrance of a certain street. Henry nothing.

You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me.

There is By my leaning over the precipice Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion My finding the secret Of loving you Always for the first time

Darkness is only light's absence.

Darkness is only light's absence. -Things that Are

Let us pray to God that other gifts may not so satisfy us, that we never grasp the fact that the absence of this grace (humility) is the secret cause why the power of God cannot do its mighty work.

Arthur Less has left the room while remaining in it.

No one could rival Arthur Less for his ability to exit a room while remaining inside it. He sat, and his mind immediately left me behind.

Only in brief flashes does it come to us that we may never see someone again.

No one could rival Author Less for his ability to exit a room while remaining inside it. He sat, and his mind immediately left me behind...I was too much in law of his self-sufficiency, of his freedom. To disappear within himself for ten or fifteen minutes while I drew him, when I could barely sit still to hold the pencil.