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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. (Bierce Ambrose)
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. (Bierce Ambrose)
Absence -- that common cure of love. (Bierce Ambrose)
Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches. (Bierce Ambrose)
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. (Bierce Ambrose)
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair. (Bierce Ambrose)
Absence of proof is not proof of absence. (Bierce Ambrose)
The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse. (Bierce Ambrose)
Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it. (Bierce Ambrose)
The people who are absent are the ideal; those who are present seem to be quite commonplace. (Bierce Ambrose)
Talk well of the absent whenever you have the opportunity. (Bierce Ambrose)
Achilles absent was Achilles still! (Bierce Ambrose)
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. (Bierce Ambrose)
When a man is out of sight, it is not too long before he is out of mind. (Bierce Ambrose)
Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire. (Bierce Ambrose)
Absence and death are the same -- only that in death there is no suffering. (Bierce Ambrose)
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. (Bierce Ambrose)
The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity. (Bierce Ambrose)
A short absence is the safest. (Bierce Ambrose)
Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer. (Bierce Ambrose)
Never find fault with the absent. (Bierce Ambrose)
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