The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent read more

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.

Absence, that common cure of love.

Absence, that common cure of love.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; every little absence is an age.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
[Lat., Absenti nemo ne nocuisse velit.]

Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
[Lat., Absenti nemo ne nocuisse velit.]

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a read more

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.

I dote on his very absence.

I dote on his very absence.

The absent are like children, helpless to defend themselves.

The absent are like children, helpless to defend themselves.