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.
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.
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow’s dark array, Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.
Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part? It may be for years and it may be forever; Oh why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
Absence in love is like water upon fire; a little quickens, but much extinguishes it.
Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
The logs of wood which move down the river together Are driven apart by every wave. Such inevitable parting Should not be the cause of misery.