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.
Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.
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.
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 in love is like water upon fire; a little quickens, but much extinguishes it.
Absence is the death of love.
Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well.