Quotes About Absence

The empty room of someone who has gone to college, or is on holiday, is not much different from someone who has just died. We live in rooms. Then we don't.

My father wasn't there the majority of the time. My father, someone who I always honored and looked up to, had been in the military; he had been to war. I would hear stories about different experiences he went through, but as I got older, my father moved away.

You get away from something long enough, you miss it. You get hungry for it.

An angry stepson and a husband who was always away, no wonder she let her mind go to dark places.

She came and she went, in sorrow for the death of dreams, and she came no more.

Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time, and sometimes it seemed to me that her abandonment touched that strange mathematical point of endlessness, a point with no width, occupying no space.

I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.

Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time.

I thought of Phuong just because of her complete absence. So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.

One can go back to one's own home after a year's absence and immediately the door closes it is as if one had never been away. Or one can go back after a few hours and everything is so changed that one is a stranger.

There are no coroners in Paraguay.

It always seemed strange to Wormold that he continued to exist for others when he was not there.

People can love without seeing each other, can't they, they love You all their lives without seeing You, and then he came in at the door, and he was alive, and I thought now the agony of being without him starts, and I wished he was safely back dead again under the door.

failure of logic in which absence of evidence, which was one thing, was in fact being treated as evidence of absence – which was quite another.

His mother is dead, yet she has never not been, in theory, at his shoulder. He wants her not to have known and suffered or even witnessed all the things that followed her death. Including all this now. But that would be like wishing her dead. Merely dead.

The only reason he can miss you is because he's choosing, every day, not to be with you.

Still, he reminded himself, absence of evidence is not evidence of absence

Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

He was taken to hospital. I never saw him again, and he never opened his mouth.

If so much love could vanish into the earth and speak no more, smile no more, then love was nothing.

As we walked, it occurred to me that the slum had been strangely devoid of pariah dogs. I noticed that there were none visible anywhere on the streets.

But his face had that hollow look, as if there was something gone... you know that look. The inward focus. Distantly attentive to the home you're missing, or the someone you're missing. That look that a bird has when it turns it dry reptilian eye on you. That look that doesn't see you because the mind is filled up with someone it would rather see.

Yesterday upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today, I wish to hell he'd go away.

The nature of the world is to be calm, and enhance and support life, and evil is an absence of the inclination of matter to be at peace.