#absence

Wilderness is not defined by the absence of certain activities, but rather by the presence of certain unique and invaluable characteristics. ↗

— Nick Rahall

#activities #certain #characteristics #defined #invaluable

When you're having a bad day at work, a lot of times it's your head. When you're having good days, a lot of times it's the absence of the mind. ↗

— Curt Schilling

#bad #bad day #day #days #good

While formal schooling is an important advantage, it is not a guarantee of success nor is its absence a fatal handicap. ↗

— Ray Kroc

#advantage #fatal #formal #guarantee #handicap

The job is to ask questions-it always was-and to ask them as inexorably as I can. And to face the absence of precise answers with a certain humility. ↗

— Arthur Miller

#always #answers #ask #certain #face

Discouragement is not the absence of adequacy but the absence of courage. ↗

— Neal A. Maxwell

#adequacy #courage #discouragement

Would that thy love, beloved, had less trust in me, that it might be more anxious! ↗

— Héloïse d'Argenteuil

#desire #fear #jealousy #longing #love

We seem, as it were, to have conquered and peopled half the world in a fit of absence of mind. ↗

— John Robert Seeley

#conquered #fit #half #mind #peopled

Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great. ↗

— Roger de Bussy-Rabutin

#long-distance-love #longing #love #separation #love

Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence? ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#audrey-niffenegger #love #the-time-traveler-s-wife #love

It's hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he's okay. It's hard to be the one who stays. I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way. I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence? Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow? ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#love