Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow
feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart.
–Kay Knudsen
That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance
of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.
–George Eliot
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small,
it enkindles the great.
–Comte DeBussy-Rabutin
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
–Edna St Vincent Millay
Can miles truly separate you from friends? If you want to be with someone you love, aren’t you already there?
–Richard Bach
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
–Khalil Gibran
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it;
the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
–William Shakespeare
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
–Thomas Haynes Bayly
Absence – that common cure of love.
–Lord Byron
Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.
–Thomas Fuller
The simple lack of her is more to me than others’ presence.
–Edward Thomas
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age.
–John Dryden
Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.
–William Shakespeare
Love puts the fun in together, the sad in apart, and the joy in a heart.
–Author Unknown
There is one pain, I often feel, which you will never know.
It’s caused by the absence of you.
–Ashleigh Brilliant
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow’s dark array,
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away.
–Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder,
but it sure heats up the blood.
–Elizabeth Ashley
Absence weakens mediocre passions and increases great ones,
as the wind blows out candles and kindles fires.
–François de la Rochefoucauld
Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.
–Benjamin Franklin
Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.
–Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
–Frances Anne Kemble
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!
–William Shakespeare
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