Quotes About Absence

Losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill.

My voice, when it emerged, cracked a little. "I'm not in love with a ghost.

How could I explain to this girl what Will and I had been to each other, the way I felt that no person in the world had ever understood me like he did or ever would again? How could she understand that losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill?

Stolen from someone. Like they stole everything. Occupied. I was occupied. I disappeared.

It was only when I followed Dad into our house and saw the empty chair that I was able to convince myself it was true. I would never see him again, never feel that curved old back under my fingertips as I hugged him, never again make him a cup of tea or interpret his silent words or joke with him about cheating at Sudoku.

você nunca esteve presente para ele de verdade. não em termos emocionais. você era apenas a ausência a quem ele tentava sempre impressionar.

I didn't want to hear about people I loved playing Happy Families without me while I was thousands of miles away.

I wish your sister was here. It seems wrong to have a celebration without her." Not to me, it didn't. Just for once, I was quite enjoying being the focus of attention. It might sound childish, but it was true. I loved having Will and Dad laughing about me. I loved the fact that every element of supper—from roast chicken to chocolate mousse—was my favorite. I liked the fact that I could be who I wanted to be without my sister's voice reminding me

Don't think of me too often. I don't want to think of you getting all maudlin.

I know my son." "Our son." "Yes. Our son." More my son, I found myself thinking. You were never really there for him. Not emotionally. You were just the absence he was always striving to impress.

Evil is the absence of God. This means that in the space between Man and God, evil exists. And this space is necessary because God had to give us a choice. He had to give us space to choose to love and obey Him.

He knows the only way to fake emotion's to fake (but not too well) lack of emotion but not to get too tied up in its absence (or, if you like, the pretence of its absence).

No wonder American philosopher Jeff Lockwood observes, "If absence makes the heart grow fonder, humans should be head-over-heels in love with nature.

the Bolsheviks' intention to build a utopian society based on radical equality produced so many enemies so quickly. Part of this had to do with their need to turn the assumptions of Western liberal democracy upside down, thereby concentrating all power in the state. Only this could guarantee such equality. The result was that from a political standpoint, the individual counted for nothing. It was an equality based on an absence rather than a presence of rights.

Opening his arms he said quietly to her, "Disappear here.

quando perdi qualcuno e questo qualcuno ti manca, tu soffri perché la persona assente si è trasformata in un essere immaginario: irreale. Ma il tuo desiderio di lei non è immaginario. Così è a quello che devi aggrapparti: al desiderio. Perché è reale.

One of the many reasons human cultures have long associated sleep with death is that they each demonstrate the continuity of the world in our absence.

but i know blue only blue lonely blue without you

At a certain age we forget to be afraid of people. We start to dread, instead, their absence.

ritual heightens grief, makes it momentous, enforces concentration on its object who is yet gone for so short a time that it is unimaginable that he will not come back – the conviction of death's certainty is founded on prolonged exposure to absence rather than on the presence of the meat in the coffin or on bearing witness to the agent (physical or chemical, alien or quisling, sudden or chronic) of that immeasurable change.

It's true, I am afraid of dying. I am afraid of the world moving forward without me, of my absence going unnoticed, or worse, being some natural force propelling life on. Is it selfish? Am I such a bad person for dreaming of a world that ends when I do? I don't mean the world ending with respect to me, but every set of eyes closing with mine.

This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?

It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

I missed you even when I was with you. That's been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.