Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death.

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 makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

I dote on his very absence.

I dote on his very absence.

'Presents,' I often say, 'endear absents.'

'Presents,' I often say, 'endear absents.'

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.

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

Is not absence death to those who love?

Is not absence death to those who love?

The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.

The absent are never without fault, nor the present without excuse.