Give the gift of your absence to those who do not appreciate your presence.
Distance – the only thing the rich are willing for the poor to call theirs, and keep.
She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.
Absence is the death of love.
What! gone without a word? ay, so true love should do; it cannot speak, for truth hath better deeds, than words, to grace it.
Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well.
Ever absent, ever near; Still I see thee, still I hear; Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!
Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships, and finished every feast of love – Farewell!
When we two parted in silence and tears, Half broken-hearted to sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold sorrow to this!