Her absence is no more emphatic in those places than anywhere else. It’s not local at all. I suppose if one were forbidden all salt one wouldn’t notice it much more in any one food more than another. Eating in general would be different, every day, at every meal. It is like that. The act of living is different all through. Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.
Absence diminishes commonplace passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and kindles fire.
The joys of meeting pay the pangs of absence; else who could bear it?
Absence, with all its pains, is, by this charming moment, wiped away.
Captain Shotover: When our relatives are at home, we have to think of all their good points or it would be impossible to endure them. But when they are away, we console ourselves for their absence by dwelling on their vices.
When I came back to Dublin, I was courtmartialled in my absence and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.
Absence is to love as wind to fire; it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder:
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!
Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the blind shadow cast by its absence.
Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she’s actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes along.