Quotes About Absence

The dead aren't the only ones who vanished: you, too, can disappear in plain sight if enough is taken from you.

This is how I disappear in pieces. This is how I leave while not moving from my seat. This is how I dance away. This is how I'm gone before you wake.

A sky still fits the ignition. There just isn't anything left to drive.

He finished up then shed his clothes and climbed into bed. Turning onto his side, he closed his eyes. As always as he drifted toward sleep, there was a small, forgetful moment where he slid his hand over to touch Billie's back, instinctively seeking reassurance as he hovered on the brink. As always, he found nothing but cold sheets. A few minutes after that, he fell asleep.

Take for example the commencement address he [James Garfield] delivered at his alma mater Hiram College in the summer of 1880. ... The only thing stopping this address from turning into a slacker parable is the absence of the word 'dude'.

Some of these days, Oh, you'll miss me honey

Everybody pays the heart lip service, of course, but everybody is more familiar with the absence of love than with its presence and gets so used to the feeling of emptiness that it becomes normal. You don't miss the foundation of feeling until you begin to look for your self and can't find a support in the affects for a self.

You don't know what it's like, when your best friend disappears.

Fuzzy Tally is no more.

No obstante, si tú te alejases de su lado, sentirían... ¿cuánto tiempo sentirían el vacío que tu pérdida dejaría en sus existencias?

In vain do I stretch out my arms toward her when I awaken in the morning from my weary slumbers. In vain do I seek for her at night in my bed, when some innocent dream has happily deceived me, and placed her near me in the fields, when I have seized her hand and covered it with countless kisses. And when I feel for her in the half confusion of sleep, with the happy sense that she is near, tears flow from my oppressed heart; and, bereft of all comfort, I weep over my future woes.

Wenn wir uns selbst fehlen, fehlt uns doch alles.

Darkness fell like a wet sponge.

He knows that after him everything will continue on much as before, except that there will be a minuscule absence, a barely detective gap in the so-called grand scheme, one unit fewer now. Or not even that, not even an empty space where he once was, for all will rush immediately to fill that vacuum. Pft. Gone. Recollections of him will remain in the minds of others for a while, but presently those others too will die and his few relics with them. And then all will be dark.

What any true painting touches is an absence - an absence of which without the painting, we might be unaware. And that would be our loss.

Sometimes, coming home in the early morning like this, I'd imagine things had altered while I was absent: a knife on the bread board that I didn't remember leaving out, a book face down on the table, a cup brimming with tea and dishwater in the sink. The evidence I wanted didn't need to be too elaborate or detailed. I could have constructed an entire afterlife from a half-moon of lemon rind or a small blister of jam on the tablecloth.

they come different and the same with each it is different and the same with each the absence of love is different with each the absence of love is the same

Every something is an echo of nothing

For he contrasts   shadows with revelation, and absence with manifestation.

I sleep with thee, and wake with thee, And yet thou are not there; I fill my arms with thoughts of thee, And press the common air.

He was trying to put loss into words, but loss is absence and will always defy expression.

Instead, there was only the kind of silence that comes when someone takes away a clock to be repaired and after a time you become aware of its absence because its gentle, reassuring tick is gone and you miss it so.

After all, what is hell but the eternal absence of God? To exist in a hellish state is to be denied forever the promise of hope, of redemption, of love. To those who have been forsaken, hell has no geography.

heard the sound of emptiness, which, as anyone knows, is not the same thing as no sound, since it includes all the noise that someone was expecting to hear, but doesn't.