Absence and death are the same--only that in death there is no suffering.

Absence and death are the same--only that in death there is no suffering.

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
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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!

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.

The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.

The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.

What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
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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?

Sometimes I need what only you can provide - your absence.

Sometimes I need what only you can provide - your absence.

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.

Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as
the wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
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Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as
the wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
[Fr., L'absence diminue les mediocres passions et augmente les
grandes, comme le vent eteint les bougies et allume le feu.]

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.

I dote on his very absence, and I wish them a fair departure.