How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.

The joy of life is variety; the tenderest love requires to be renewed by intervals of absence.

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence crutches.

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.

Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not; For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.

Absence lessens ordinary passions and augments great ones, as the wind blows out a candle and makes a fire blaze.

Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.