Give the gift of your absence to those who do not appreciate your presence.
She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.
Distance – the only thing the rich are willing for the poor to call theirs, and keep.
Let us not be dainty of leave-taking, But shift away.
Absence is the death of love.
Abruptness is an eloquence in parting, when spinning out the time is but the weaving of new sorrow.
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.
That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships, and finished every feast of love – Farewell!
Here we part. The solitary sail will attempt a flight of a thousand miles, The flowing clouds are the dreams of a wandering son, The setting sun, the affection of an old friend. So you go, waving your hands.
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?