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Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently. - My Summer in read more
Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently. - My Summer in a Garden.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character. - Among My Books, 1870.
Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character. - Among My Books, 1870.
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.
How glorious it is -- and also how painful -- to be an exception.
How glorious it is -- and also how painful -- to be an exception.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent read more
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.
Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone. - read more
Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone. - The Labyrinth of Solitude, 1950.
