Give the gift of your absence to those who do not appreciate your presence.

She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.

Distance – the only thing the rich are willing for the poor to call theirs, and keep.

Ever absent, ever near; Still I see thee, still I hear; Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!

Absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishment.

Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well.

When we two parted in silence and tears, Half broken-hearted to sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold sorrow to this!

Absence is the death of love.

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.

Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!