Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
Absence - that common cure of love.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Absence and death are the same - only that in death there is no suffering.
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array, -
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away.
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
The simple lack of her is more to me than others' presence.
Absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.
Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Is not absence death to those who love?
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Your absence has not taught me how to be alone, it merely has shown that when together we cast a single shadow on the wall