Tonight, It's not about You, Tonight It's about Me, It's about How Your absence, troubles me, It's about How I hide all of this Hurt. Tonight it's not about Love, Tonight it's about separations, it's about How I write, to remember You, it's about How I remember You, through all of Myself.

— Syed Murtaza Haroon

Unfailing friends are essential, when ‘presence’ and ‘absence’ are wrangling in our daily living, and our presence is rampaged by murk and woe, while passion and lust for life are trampled. Reliable allies can shore us up and since we are our best ally, we first have got to make sure we get along well with ourselves. ("Being my best friend”).

— Erik Pevernagie

Very often I realize that the time people spend apart is as important in maintaining relationships as the time they spend together.

— Joyce Rachelle

When love has left us in the lurch and nothing ever strikes a chord anymore, we may come to realize a vacuum of the lost vibrations of happiness and an absence of the ethereal and exalting feel of harmony that we only become aware of, after time passes by and everything has expired. (“Amour en fiche”)

— Erik Pevernagie

When the river of emotions bursts its banks and expectations go over the edges of reality, the brain creates hallucinations. Ringxiety-stricken people feel illusive vibrating alerts and hear phantom phone rings, since absence of ringing generates scaring emptiness and destroys their self-esteem. ("Kan Schwab rift Mich an")

— Erik Pevernagie

When the time comes for you to leave this earth, if it doesn’t become a lesser place with your absence, then you have wasted your life.

— Shaun Hick

When we stake a claim to the needs and wants of our life, we may easily fail to live up to the standards of others. Empathy and connectedness, however, might bridge the gap, by stirring our consciousness of the sensitive queries and by assessing the intricate framework of our surroundings with their countless, prickly nitty-gritty. ("Absence of Desire")

— Erik Pevernagie

When your absence is felt, your presence is the essence and it makes a difference.

— Michael Bassey Johnson

With Dante gone, time seemed to stand still around me; the mornings just as cloudy and dark as the evenings, as if the sun had never decided to rise. There was no wind, like the world was holding its breath along with me, waiting for him to return.

— Yvonne Woon

With your absence I have realized that hoe the once, warm comforting streets have suddenly turned to become so cold and dark

— Kiran Joshi