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Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.
Absence is to love what wind is to a fire; it puts out the little, it kindles the great.
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.
The absent are always in the wrong.
The absent are always in the wrong.
Is not absence death to those who love?
Is not absence death to those who love?
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.
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.
Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array,--
Days of absence, I am weary;
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Days of absence, sad and dreary,
Clothed in sorrow's dark array,--
Days of absence, I am weary;
She I love is far away.
Sometimes I need what only you can provide - your absence.
Sometimes I need what only you can provide - your absence.
