Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
~ Elizabeth Ashley

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
~ Thomas Haynes Bayly

I was court-martial in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.
~ Brendan F. Behan

Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.
~ Walter Benjamin

Woman absent is woman dead.
~ Ambrose Bierce

Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
~ Elizabeth Bowen

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.
~ Elizabeth Bowen

Sometimes I need what only you can provide, your absence.
~ Ashleigh Brilliant

No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.
~ Lord Byron

Absence -- that common cure of love.
~ Miguel De Cervantes

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.
~ Colley Cibber

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.
~ Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
~ William Cowper

Absence of proof is not proof of absence.
~ Michael Crichton

The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.
~ Benjamin Franklin

Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.
~ Thomas Fuller

The people who are absent are the ideal; those who are present seem to be quite commonplace.
~ Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Talk well of the absent whenever you have the opportunity.
~ Sir Matthew Hale

Achilles absent was Achilles still!
~ Homer

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent of flowers, the laughter of children, the light of the sun, the sighing of the wind, and the gleam of the stars --all the beauties of creation.
~ Victor Hugo