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Friday, 4 July 2008
Daily Quote:
"There is no sanctuary of virtue like home." (Everett, Edward - Home)

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Browse Quotations about Absence

Absence and death are the same -- only that in death there is no suffering.
Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Failing to be there when a man wants her is a woman's greatest sin, except to be there when he doesn't want her.
How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
I was court-martial in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.
Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.
No man is so perfect, so necessary to his friends, as to give them no cause to miss him less.
No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.
Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children, the light of the sun, the sighing of the wind, and the gleam of the stars --all the beauties of creation.
Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.
The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.
The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.
The people who are absent are the ideal; those who are present seem to be quite commonplace.
When a man is out of sight, it is not too long before he is out of mind.
When delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature in the sky, not a movement of the elements, not an aspiration of the breeze, but hints some cause for a lover's apprehension.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

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