Quotes About Absence

No relatives, no friends, nobody. Doesn't that seem strange to you? Someone disappears and no one gives a damn?

The thief left it behind: the moon at my window.

Eternity wasn't a gift for you because you've spent the last three centuries without me,

Varl??? büyük bo?luklar? dolduracak mahiyette de?ildi; fakat yoklu?u müthi?ti...

O gelmez art?k!'' dedi. ''Nereden biliyorsun?'' dedim. ''Gidi?inden belliydi!'' dedi.

Varl??? büyük bo?luklar? dolduracak mahiyette bir ?ey de?ildi; fakat yoklu?u müthi?ti.

I'd only stop talking when... I disappeared, or when I slept, which is the same as disappearing but horizontally.

In an expression of true gratitude, sadness is conspicuous only by its absence

Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived, and it's noon with its merciless light, and every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands clear.

I'm not sure which is worse: intense feeling, or the absence of it.

The objects I chose were designed to hold something, but I didn't fill them up. They remained empty. They were little symbolic shrines to thirst.

I've been prepared for almost anything; except absence, except silence.

And consider: it is loss to which everything flows, absence in which everything flowers

If there were no emptiness, there would be no life.

You'll be here but not here, a muscle memory, like hanging a hat on a hook that's not there any longer.

Only a girl like this can know what's happened to you. If she were here she would reach out her arms towards you now, and touch you with her absent hands and you would feel nothing, but you would be touched all the same.

That's who is waiting for me: an invisible man defined by a dotted line: the shape of an absence in your place at the table, sitting across from me, eating toast and eggs as usual or walking ahead up the drive, a rustling of the fallen leaves, a slight thickening of the air. It's you in the future, we both know that. You'll be here but not here, a muscle memory, like hanging a hat on a hook that's not there any longer.

nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from. There's nobody here I can love, all the people I could love are dead or elsewhere. Who knows where they are or what their names are now? They might as well be nowhere, as I am for them. I too am a missing person.

am a great proponent of better. In the absence of best. Which is how we live now.

Dear Sir, I reply, I never had any. Bad sex, that is. It was never the sex, it was the other things, the absence of flowers, the death threats, the eating habits at breakfast. I notice I'm using the past tense.

Having experienced both, I am not sure which is worse: intense feeling or the absence of it.

A chair, a table, a lamp. Above, on the white ceiling, a relief ornament in the shape of a wreath, and in the center of it a blank space, plastered over, like the place in a face where the eye has been taken out. There must have been a chandelier, once. They've removed anything you could tie a rope to.

Part of the life she should have had is just a gap, it isn't there, it's nothing.

The times when she was away were hard for Jimmy. He worried about her, he longed for her, he resented her for not being there.