Expressions of absence

We did not feel that there would be a moment of separation, and that absence and pain would fill our lives, and we would feel lonely. We searched for a glimmer of hope to return after this traumatic absence, but to no avail. Our love had failed us and moved away, leaving all the memories floating around us to tell us that there was no hope and that absence was our fate and destiny. Whatever we do.

Expressions of absence

• Every rose has a lover who waters it. It withers if he is absent. I wish they knew when they were busy what absence does to us.
• Absence steals colors and makes images dull.
• Indeed, absence was the most present, but the warmth of presence, no matter how small, prevented the ice of absence from accumulating or settling.
• When the sun sets, the moon comes. When the evening sets, the morning comes. When despair sets, hope comes. When sadness sets, joy comes. When people leave, others come. Alone, when you are gone, you leave all things behind you in a state of absence.
• In absence, the night creeps towards us with its calm and stillness, and creates a noise within us that wakes the sleepers.
• He mastered absence and I mastered nostalgia, and each of us became addicted to what we are.
• Longing accompanies me and hands me over to nostalgia, then nostalgia takes me to the door of memories. It knocks on the door and runs to hide and watch me as I turn the pages I arranged. After I finish, I get angry and scatter them everywhere, and finally I return to arrange them as they were and close the door behind me. This is how longing and absence do when they need to He dusts off his personal possessions and we and our memories of his personal possessions.
• We stand in the middle of the road, loving their presence and fearing their absence, and wishes and concerns rise up inside us, sometimes erupting and sometimes calming down, and we remain an arena for this chaos, engulfed by the chaos of the senses.
• If mirrors are the thieves of faces, then absence is the thief of joy from hearts, because it makes the soul fly alone on the edges of a featureless dream, far from harbors of tenderness and safety.
• In absence, a frightening question haunts us: What is the value of love if a lifetime is wasted waiting? Why does absence always surprise us from a place that was prepared for its presence?
• In absence, you read your wound carefully and deeply, and you feel that you need to rediscover yourself again, and arrange the scattered papers of your soul, and perhaps also discover the other true face of the one you love, and perhaps also the other side of absence when you feel that in your chest there are hopes that have been slaughtered by absence.
• In absence, we see those we love more clearly, and we feel the extent of their influence and impact more accurately. In absence, our love for them increases and our love for ourselves decreases.
• When you are gone, I gather my breath, pick up the pieces of myself, fill my pen with sadness, search for my papers, try to describe the colour, taste and smell of your absence, but nothing is written when you are gone.
• Absence is the greatest strength for those we love, because it imbues them with qualities of beauty and perfection, as if they are a mythical and legendary being. We imagine in their absence that they have the ability to change all things and feelings simply by their presence.
• Absence is estrangement and its path is far away, no matter the distance.
• In absence, the map of longing expands in the geography of the soul, and the space for reproach and dispute narrows, because we know very well the taste of crying over the things that absence leaves behind, and we see how sadness in it closes the doors of dream.
• The absence of a beloved is like arrows that pierce the heart, like a knife stabbed, but absence is governed by circumstances and in his absence we have no choice but to wait, for he must return one day.

The bird also returns to its nest, to heal the wounds of its absence, and to piece together a broken heart.

• In absence, we read notebooks of memories alone and decorate them with the bright colors of nostalgia. We draw some question marks, exclamation marks, and commas on the lines, and we hesitate to put a period at the end of the line, because we fear that this last point will be the point of farewell and final separation.
• I still yearn for you, I still search among the remains for something of you, I still travel to your beautiful covenant and promise, and nostalgia still stands as an obstacle between me and oblivion, but the most beautiful thing about nostalgia remains that it only takes me to you.
• Absence is sometimes an ember that ignites love, and sometimes it is an opportunity for these burning embers to calm down and then extinguish and smolder, becoming with time just a memory of a love that was prepared to be a fire that illuminates the heart and ignites the candles of conscience.
• How incomplete the days are when someone whose presence I loved every moment is absent.
• In absence, we are always with others, but we feel that we are alone in the company of our sadness and hurt, and just as trees die, but while they are standing, some feelings of love die in absence, but with pride.
• At the beginning of the old winter, I recall childhood memories, and whenever I remember them and yearn for those wonderful days, I feel snowflakes quenching the chills from the cold weather on my body. What beautiful days are before saying goodbye.
• In absence, we always see longing and nostalgia as two sides of the same coin: longing for what is to come, and nostalgia for what has passed, and both of them taste very bitter, sour, and salty.
• When absent, the scent of memory always remains attached to all things, all places, and all people. Forgetting and forgetting does not work with it.
• In the moments of farewell, say what you want without hesitation, fear, or shame. Life may not give you another opportunity to say what you want.
• Absence is a longing inside me whose purpose I do not know. Sometimes I see it as death and at other times it fills me with life.
• I never wanted to cry, but absence made me cry.
• All good things are often temporary.
• A part of me was uprooted and gone.
• My letters were scattered on the verge of boredom, scattered in the wind of absence.
• We miss them, and we feel them strutting in our hearts, messing with our ribs, and disrupting the order of our pulses.
• O those who are absent from us, our longing for you increases.
• Floods of tears pour down when they are gone, when even their shadows disappear, longing suffocates us, crouching with its hands on the neck of nostalgia, until our longing falls to an insurmountable death.
• Absence takes those we cannot forget, and tells us they hurt deeply.
• My nostalgia is accustomed to waiting, and you are accustomed to absence.
• For your sake, I learned the language of silence, so that I would not blame you and say with bitterness that you let me down when you were gone.
• When absent, never break all bridges with the one you love. Perhaps fate will decree for you one day another meeting that will bring back the past and connect what was cut off. If the beautiful age has passed, who knows, perhaps a more beautiful age awaits you.
• He was absent from me and my heart was with him and he left. He was absent from me while I was in love with him and his awaited love. He was absent from me and I felt feelings other than human feelings. He was absent from me while the whole world was calling for the most precious human beings. I ask about you wherever I go but there is no news. You occupied my heart and mind and they became somewhat distressed. My heart is clinging. Where are you? Is there any news? Do you hear me or is your heart made of stone? Is your absence from me a thought and then news? I write to you my love and my hope. You gave me life back, so do not take hope from me. I have become like a thirsty earth waiting for rain. I ask your heart about me, is my love in it? Love is not a fleeting word. It is life and it is hope. My heart is attached to you, so the world became bright and time was shortened. I am waiting for your heart and your love. I do not want to return to the past and the pain. I closed my eyes so that you return to me because you are the sight. I am waiting for your love, so do not kill me, my dearest human being.