Top 68 Absence Of Her Quotes
#1. It was no longer her absence that wounded me, but my growing indifference to it. Forgetting, however calming, was also a reminder of infidelity to what I had at one time held so dear.
Alain De Botton
#2. His absence from her for so many weeks had had such an effect upon him that his demands, his desires had grown; and only the night before, as his ship steamed, beneath summer stars, in sight of the Irish coast, he had felt all the force of his particular necessity. He
Henry James
#3. Mother went off for three days to New York and Mame and Quentin took instant advantage of her absence to fall sick. Quentin's sickness was surely due to a riot in candy and ice-cream with chocolate sauce.
Theodore Roosevelt
#4. I should not mistake her calm probing for the absence of anger.
Ta-Nehisi Coates
#5. The absence on the panel of anyone who could become pregnant accidentally or discover her salary was five thousand dollars a yearless than that of her male counterpart meant there was a hole in the consciousness of the committee that empathy, however welcome, could not entirely fill.
Anna Quindlen
#6. In France, a woman may forget that she is neither young nor handsome; for the absence of these claims to attention does not expose her to be neglected by the male sex.
Marguerite Gardiner
#7. No woman need fear the effect of absence upon the man who honestly loves her. The needle of the compass, regardless of intervening seas, points forever toward the north. Pitiful indeed is she who fails to be a magnet and blindly becomes a chain.
Myrtle Reed
#8. As she cried, I could feel growing there, as had once before, a presence between us: the tiny perfect form of Sherry nestled between her parents' bodies. Our bodies were shaped by her absence, by the almost unbearable weight of her loss.
Robert J. Wiersema
#9. Jenny's absence seems to describe her better than her presence does; she is a looming vessel of her own withholding.
Emily Ruskovich
#10. It seemed to her that it was not a look of greeting after an absence, but the look of someone who had thought of her every day of that year.
Ayn Rand
#11. Every minute of his life since then has been marked by her absence, every action has lacked dimension because she is not there to measure against.
Audrey Niffenegger
#12. You see, his mother has thrown me out of the house because I was unfaithful to her. Or rather the faith I had wasn't the right kind. Given the absence of mind-reading technology, humans believe monogamy is possible.
Matt Haig
#13. She is silk in a bed of mail-order satin. Complete and seamless, an egg of sexual muscle. My motions atop her are dislocated, frantic, my lone interstice a trans-cultural spice of encouragement I smell with my spine. As, inside it, I go, I cry out to a god whose absence I have never felt to keenly.
David Foster Wallace
#14. The former stewardess glared at her ex-pilot husband as if he had been speaking, and thinking, in the absence of sufficient oxygen.
John Irving
#15. That ought to make his face, or the sound of his voice, more precious to her mind, but strangely, this wasn't so. What was left in his absence was an empty, sorrowful discomfort. She wondered if it wouldn't eventually grow dull or dim if she worried at it enough, or softened and more
Cherie Priest
#16. In the many months of his absence, she never wondered whether he was true to her or not; she knew he was. She knew, even though she was too young to know the reason, that indiscriminate desire and unselective indulgence were possible only to those who regarded sex and themselves as evil.
Ayn Rand
#17. The pain in my heart was worse than anything I ever imagined. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. All I could feel was the void of her absence growing stronger inside me, and the panic of not ever seeing her eyes open again struck me like an iron whip.
Nely Cab
#18. Every morning and evening, Livia granted her eyes the only thing they asked for all day: a sweeping, hopeful look at the platform. And every time, her gut registered the punch of his absence.
Debra Anastasia
#19. Angry men are blind and foolish, for reason at such time takes flight and, in her absence; wrath plunders all the riches of the intellect, while the judgment remains the prisoner of its own pride.
Pietro Aretino
#20. The girl arrived; I thought her handsome; and as I doubted not that you would be mortified by my absence, I did most sincerely hope that she would be able to dissipate something of your ennui: for it is the fidelity of the heart alone that I value.
Antoine Francois Prevost D'Exiles
#21. He'd been unhappy, restless, irritable since leaving Surrey. He'd lived on memories of her. Her absence slowly strangled him. The instant he took Antonia in his arms, he breathed again.
Anna Campbell
#22. It was a well-aimed arrow. Had anyone even noticed she was no longer at the library? All the people she'd worked with, worked for? All the patrons she'd helped? Had she been so replaceable that her absence hadn't caused a single ripple?
Hadn't she mattered at all?
Nora Roberts
#23. For he saw in Elizabeth's eyes a kind of darkness; a kind of absence-as if her soul had taken leave, so that compassion and warmth could not interfere.
Seth Grahame-Smith
#24. she lost herself in a delirious absence from herself which restored her to love and, perhaps, brought her to the edge of death.
Pauline Reage
#25. I reached for Helen's hand, and felt her squeeze back, accepting that I would understand more than most the missing part of the human heart rendered by the absence of a mother and father.
Karen White
#26. Absence with the conviction probably of her indifference, had produced this very natural and desirable effect.
Jane Austen
#27. He watched her like he had come home after a long absence and had missed her most of all.
Genevieve Valentine
#28. My mother, who taught me how to read and write and home-schooled me for the first 12 years of my life, whose presence shaped me as much as her absence did, who imbibed in me the values of empathy and fearlessness and hard work, looks down on me today with great pride.
Sharad Vivek Sagar
#29. When you are asleep you can't tell whether or not you are alone, or diminished, or whatever. I have nothing, I thought. But that's not true. I have her absence. You can see it clearly. Look for the edges of my existence that surround it.
Meg Howrey
#30. Now in the thriving season of love
when the bud relents into flower,
your love turned absence has turned once more,
and if my comforts fall soft as rain
on her flutters, it is because
love grows by what it remembers of love
Lisel Mueller
#31. Her scent
on the sheets
slowly fading
like the last notes
of your favourite song
drifting into silence;
a ghost of absence
haunting the room
Kirk Diedrich
#32. I don't want her to see the man I've become. I don't want to fall for her all over again. It took decades for the pain of her absence to dull.
Here my wife's safe. And so is my heart.
Laura Thalassa
#33. And even though he felt pitiful and ridiculous, he didn't want it to end, because he knew the absence of her would hurt more than any breakup ever could.
John Green
#34. Lucy Ashton, in short, was involved in those mazes of the imagination which are most dangerous to the young and the sensitive. Time, it is true, absence, change of place and of face, might probably have destroyed the illusion in her instance as it has done in many others.
Walter Scott
#35. She stood back and wiped the sweat-sting from her eyes. The air was clean. Her hands brown with dirt. Pride surged through her, raw and immense; she had believed happiness to be an absence - of fear, of pain, of grief - but here it roared in her as powerful as any sadness.
Anthony Marra
#36. A pang filled her chest at his absence, especially so soon after having decided she loved him. With a shake of her head, she chastised herself for acting like such a girl and got dressed.
India Drummond
#37. You attend the funeral, you bid the dead farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live.
Neil Gaiman
#38. She was incompetent. Incompetent for life. She had never figured out how to figure things out. She was only vaguely beginning to know the kind of absence she had of herself inside her.
Clarice Lispector
#39. He'd woken up to the absence of Mathilde in the bed, grief in the coolness where her heat should have been.
Lauren Groff
#40. It was the continuance of things that crushed her already broken heart. The gears of the world turning on while she lived with his absence like a black tumor in her chest, the grief so potent she could barely bring herself to breathe.
Blake Crouch
#41. The absence of any kind of communication from her was not at all like an absence. It was instead a presence: of mind-pain, like a thick, rusted arrow shooting straight into my head, poisoning my mind with something like tetanus, causing my thoughts to go haywire, a spasm here, a spasm there.
Chinelo Okparanta
#42. Somewhere in his body
perhaps in the marrow of his bones
he would continue to feel her absence.
Haruki Murakami
#43. Her eyes are wide and steady beneath the brim of her floppy cap. How far out of infancy do we lose this gaze, with its utter absence of expectation or prejudice? What is it like to simply see what is before you, without the skew of context?
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Michael Perry
#44. She sat in the silence that resulted in the absence of her words, feeling unburdened but not absolved.
Thomm Quackenbush
#45. She managed to clear her throat. I'm sure this is impossible for you to comprehend, Deuce, but somehow, some way, without formal therapy or controlled substances, every single resident in the town of Rockingham, Massachusetts, has managed to survive your long absence. Every. Single. One.
Roxanne St. Claire
#46. As a meteorite strike long ago explains the large lake now, so Amy's absence shaped everything, even when - and sometimes most particularly when - he wasn't thinking of her.
Richard Flanagan
#47. He, too, stood looking at her for a moment
and it seemed to her that it was not a look of greeting after an absence, but the look of someone who had thought of her every day of that year. She could not be certain, it was only an instant, so brief that just as she caught it, he was turning ...
Ayn Rand
#48. Her absence had felt like torture
almost a form of personal punishment. He had nobody to discuss his feelings with, and for the first time he realised with appalling clarity what a destructive hold she had over him.
Stieg Larsson
#49. What would she have made of her life in the absence of childbirth? Maybe no more than she did in its presence and to ponder such possibilities denies the value of motherhood.
Debbie McGowan
#50. Surely this is what death would be like: nothingness, oblivion, as the world continued to turn, heedless of her absence.
Meredith Duran
#51. A happy and productive person is one who understands that his or her job is not the purpose of his or her life. Go on vacation, use up your sick days, ask for a temporary leave-of-absence - anything that allows you to recharge your batteries away from your typical routine. No leave, no life.
Del Suggs
#52. The queen, for the most part, is the unifying force of the community, if she removed from the hive, the workers very quickly sense her absence. After a few hours, or even less, they show unmistakable signs of queenlessness.
Sue Monk Kidd
#53. She took a moment to lament her lack of parasol. Every time she left the house, she felt keenly the absence of her heretofore ubiquitous accessory.
Gail Carriger
#54. Bernard had become, not so much important to her as he was natural to her whole being. He was as much a part of her thoughts as breath, food, and sleep. At once present and not present, conspicuous with his absence and filling her with a sense of completion when he was there.
Jim Butcher
#55. Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space
Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience,
That neither by hir wordes ne hir face
Biforn the folk, ne eek in her absence,
Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.
Geoffrey Chaucer
#56. She was the kind of woman who always surprised you with the realization that she was just as lovely as you remembered, though it hardly seemed possible in her absence.
Tom Perrotta
#57. Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time, and sometimes it seemed to me that her abandonment touched that strange mathematical point of endlessness, a point with no width, occupying no space.
Graham Greene
#58. How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present?
You can suffer nostalgia in the presence of the beloved if you glimpse a future where the beloved is no more
Milan Kundera
#59. I watch her blond head until it disappears around the bend, and I feel bare, like there's nothing left to protect me against pain. Her absence stings worst of all.
Veronica Roth
#60. absence was a sign that when it might be a question of gratifying him she had grown used to spare no pains, and I fancied her rummaging in some
Henry James
#61. She was a very beautiful person who was missing something very ugly. Her winnings were the absence of something, and this quality hung around her.
Miranda July
#62. And the most poignant thing was not Lolita's absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from the chorus.
Vladimir Nabokov
#63. Ten years. Ten years. Rachel missed her father every day. Not consciously, but his absence was a part of her, like a vine that wraps around a structure, sustains it even as it weakens it.
Laura Lippman
#64. Like as the culver on the bared bough
Sits mourning for the absence of her mate
Edmund Spenser
#65. Her head had turned quickly away ... Not to hide her tears but to soften the fact of their absence.
Gregory Maguire
#66. She may be lying in bed reading a book, she may be making love with a prize fighter, or she may be running like mad through a field of stubble, one shoe one, one shoe off, a man named Corn Cob pursuing her hotly. Wherever she is I am standing in complete darkness; her absence blots me out.
Henry Miller
#67. I was incapable of writing or feeling anything except the terror of her absence, of knowing she was lost, wrenched away.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
#68. believed he had roamed all over the globe - he would certainly have learned how to manage. None the less, in fine, I was very glad to show Mrs. Nettlepoint I thought of her. With my long absence I had lost sight
Henry James