Absence Heart Grow Fonder Quotes

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful.

Aye, well, he'll be wed a long time," he said callously. "Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?" "Absence," I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. "AND fonder. If anything's growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn't be his heart.

I mean she's Cleopatra... shouldn't she and Antony have known better? They were so different..." "Variety is the spice of life" "And from a thousand miles apart" "Absence makes the heart grow fonder

You know what they say. Absence makes the heart grow fonder." "If my heart grows any fonder, it's going to hop out of my chest and into yours.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

People say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I think they’re wrong: Proximity makes the heart grow fonder.

Whoever coined the phrase ‘Absence makes the heart grow fonder,’ was an idiot. Absence makes a bitch go crazy.

I hadn’t seen Jennifer in a week. Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Whoever said that was a damn fool. Absence makes the heart suicidal. Take my heart for example. It hadn’t stopped hurling itself against my ribs—at odd times, day or night—for a week.

Absence makes the heart grows fonder, doesn't it?

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Sometimes absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Sometimes it just makes the heart hurt.

Absence may or may not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly freshens the eye.

Proverbs often contradict one another, as any reader soon discovers. The sagacity that advises us to look before we leap promptly warns us that if we hesitate we are lost; that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but out of sight, out of mind.

People say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I think they're wrong: Proximity makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence doesn't always make the heart grow fonder. Sometimes it just teaches us that we can live apart.

Over the years I’d learned absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. The heart becomes wary, somnolent and cynical during periods of prolonged absence, burdened with cares and fears borne in solitude. However, absence does make the body greedy and irrationally amorous with frustrated need.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

One idealizes people when they're away, it's true that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and when one sees them again one's often surprised that one saw anything in them at all.

Absence might make the heart grow fonder,' 'I don't think that's possible ... You have no idea how much I love you.

Max's laugh was like a dragnet; it picked up every living laugh within the vicinity and shined a light on it, intensified it, pitched it higher. It was a dare--he dared you not to laugh with him. He dared you to despair. He dared you to insist that there was no dawn, that all there was was darkness, that there was no silver lining, that the heart didn't grow fonder by absence. He dared you to believe you were going to die--when you at that moment knew, just as he did, that you were immortal, you were among the gods.

Absence does not so much make the heart grow fonder as give the heart time to integrate what it has not previously absorbed, time to make sense of what happened too quickly to have any meaning in the instant. This is always true. If it is in absence that people forget each other, it is also in the quiet pause of absence that, minds running in symmetry, people come to know each other; there is sometimes as much intimacy in the span of continents as in the shared hours before dawn.

Absence truly does make the heart grow fonder.

-“You know what they say. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” “If my heart grows any fonder, it’s going to hop out of my chest and into yours.

Absence is supposed to make the heart grow fonder,

The American church avoids lament. The power of lament is minimized and the underlying narrative of suffering that requires lament is lost. But absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Absence makes the heart forget. The absence of lament in the liturgy of the American church results in the loss of memory. We forget the necessity of lamenting over suffering and pain. We forget the reality of suffering and pain.

You know what they say. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” “If my heart grows any fonder, it’s going to hop out of my chest and into yours.

Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder if there's nothing there to begin with.

Sometimes neither distance makes the heart grow fonder nor absence lessens surging passions.

ABSENCE, n. That which "makes the heart grow fonder" — of absence. Absence of mind is the cerebral condition essential to success in popular preaching. It is sometimes termed lack of sense.

You know what they say. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” “If my heart grows any fonder, it’s going to hop out of my chest and into yours.” She melted. She scooted up his body to kiss him. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” “It sounds sort of fatal,

i know they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. but sometimes, absence can also reveal the waning of once fond feelings. time passes and it's a surprise to realize that you haven't missed him, or her, or the place or the job that once felt like a match.

Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, where books are concerned.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Have you ever heard of such a thing as a phone?" I snapped. "You could have called so we knew you weren't dead." My anger bounced off him. "I see my diabolical plan has worked," he observed. "What plan?" I asked with narrow eyes. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tone down the outpouring affection, Remington, or I might get the wrong idea and kiss you.

I am not convinced absence makes the heart grow fonder. Perhaps we should test the veracity of this axiom more thoroughly, you and I.” —The Dowager Marchioness of Wallingham to her nephew upon his fourth request for an increase in funds.

There was the saying that absence made the heart grow fonder,

I think about that stupid fucking saying, Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I want to barf. I’m already beyond fond of everyone, so I’m all set.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but tequila makes it so she doesn't give a shit if she's fond of you are not

the September wind wafting the few trees West End still had lining the block to the south. I guess absence really does make the heart grow fonder,

Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder. Absence makes the bloody penis wander. ~ Heartbreak's A Bitch!

Absence makes the heart grow Fonder.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say, but my Aunt Jane used to add on to that, "of somebody else". Out of sight, out of mind is the truer proverb.

Absence does make the heart grow fonder—at first, at any rate. Mrs. Bunting was well aware of that. During the long course of hers and Bunting's mild courting, they'd been separated for about three months, and it was that three months which had made up her mind for her. She had got so used to Bunting that she couldn't do without him, and she had felt—oddest fact of all—acutely, miserably jealous.

I have made it an observation since our absence, that we are much fonder of the pictures of those we love when they are at a great distance than when they are near us. It seems to me as if the farther they are removed their pictures grow the more finished, and acquire a greater resemblance; or at least our imagination, which perpetually figures them to us by the desire we have of seeing them again, makes us think so. By a peculiar power, love can make that seem life itself which, as soon as the loved object returns, is nothing but a little canvas and flat color. I have your picture in my room; I never pass it without stopping to look at it; and yet when you are present with me I scarce ever cast my eyes on it. If a picture, which is but a mute representation of an object, can give such pleasure, what cannot letters inspire? They have souls; they can speak; they have in them all that force which expresses the transports of the heart; they have all the fire of our passions, they can raise them as much as if the persons themselves were present; they have all the tenderness and the delicacy of speech, and sometimes even a boldness of expression beyond it.

This summer has been idyllic … more than that, it’s the unification of this group of formerly lost souls. It’s been a syrupy lovefest for the past three months, and I wish it could last forever. I think about that stupid fucking saying, Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I want to barf. I’m already beyond fond of everyone, so I’m all set.

Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?” “Absence,” I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. “And fonder. If anything’s growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn’t be his heart.

Would he still want her as much by then? What if their connection was this intense because of the current circumstances, and it faded while they were apart? Would he move on without her? Go back to the lineup of available women he had to choose from? Absence made the heart grow fonder. But it could also make it wander. She’d been on the receiving end of that one once already. She didn’t want to go through that again with Nathan.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Men are different,” Sophie retorted. “You can see that easily enough, Charlotte. Women may love one man, but men simply love the person they see before them. That old chestnut, absence makes the heart grow fonder, doesn’t work for men. They are like children with toys: They move on to the next shiny object if you take the old one out of their hands.

Objects are not people. Rarely does an object’s absence make the heart grow fonder.

I only meant, shall I go away or would you rather I didn't" Because, you see, you can be a trifle confusing sometimes. For a simple man. And I made up my mind I wouldn't give you any more cause to be unhappy. Or to despise yourself. I was going away to give you time without me here, looming over you constantly and trying to sweep you off your feet. And to give me time as well, to think...about my life. And also in the hopes that absence would make the heart grow fonder. Not my heart, because if it were any fonder it would explode or melt or disintegrate in some fashion.

People say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I think they're wrong. Proximity makes the heart grow fonder.

There’s that old saying, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Can absence make your dick grow fonder too?

Desire is consonant with the social order because of its reliance on absence rather than presence. When I desire an object, its absence is often helpful in building up my desire: the longer the desired object remains away, the stronger the hold of desire over me. All of our clichés about desire—like “absence makes the heart grow fonder”—affirm this fundamental truth of desire. By the same token, when the object becomes a constant presence, my desire tends to wane. And if I gain too much proximity to the object of desire, the object suddenly disappears or loses its desirability. This aspect of desire is correlative to the functioning of the social order, which is itself a symbolic entity. It allows subjects to relate to each other through the mediation of a symbolic order, which means through absence rather than presence. The symbolic order is, as Lacan puts it, the absence of things, and this absence is crucial for the possibility of mediation, because it serves to eliminate rivalry. If one subject doesn’t have a thing, at least another doesn’t have it either, which provides some degree of consolation for lost enjoyment. This is why prohibition is so important for holding society together: if I see that no one else is able to enjoy, I feel as if we are partners in loss rather than rivals in enjoyment.

Absence certainly does make the heart grow fonder, dear. At least, in my case it does. I love you very much and being away from you like this makes me realize how important you are to me and how much I need you.

Birds of a feather flock together, but opposites attract. Absence indeed makes the heart grow fonder, but out of sight is out of mind. Look before you leap, but he who hesitates is lost.

Our marriage needed to be fixed. And what makes the heart grow fonder quicker than absence? Animal sex with strangers, I had to hope.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, you know. You should try it sometime.” Blake brushes past me, waltzing into the room uninvited. “I let you drive down with Declan and Savannah, didn’t I? That’s five hours of absence, so your heart should be plenty fond.

Yes, but absence makes the heart grow fonder. Indifference kills it.” “Ouch,

Absence didn’t make the heart grow fonder, she now knew. It made the heart grow absent, too.

Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder. It makes people think you're dead.

If absence makes the heart grow fonder, then DO NOT be afraid to LEAVE someone who is messing with YOUR MOOD in a detrimental way.

I went hiking with my sister and a friend on the Appalachian Trail for 7 days. No change of clothes, no hot shower, no bed. By the end of it, I was thankful for just a hot cup of coffee and a shave. As they say, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” This is true of people, possessions, and experiences.

Absence didn't make my heart grow fonder, it made my heart grow smarter.

Absence does not make the heart grow fonder; it makes people forget.

Absence had not made the heart grow fonder. Absence wiped away connection like a pencil eraser, leaving nothing but a faint residue behind.

No wonder American philosopher Jeff Lockwood observes, “If absence makes the heart grow fonder, humans should be head-over-heels in love with nature.

I hadn’t seen Jennifer in a week. Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Whoever said that was a damn fool. Absence makes the heart suicidal. Take my heart for example. It hadn’t stopped hurling itself against my ribs—at odd times, day or night—for a week.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder. Whoever said that was a damn fool. Absence makes the heart suicidal.

Number One is there to deny you. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Number Two is there to satisfy you after the abstinence. Number Three is there to give you what you really want—Number One, with conditions.

No doubt my heart will grow fonder in your absence. But be sure you're going to be Lonely in your happiness.

For, yes, absence did make the heart grow fonder, but then, after a while, that shield of self-preservation grew thicker, and the heart forsook fondness for survival and all-consuming love for getting by.

absence makes the heart grow fonder.

It was all very well to talk of absence making the heart grow fonder, but “out of sight, out of mind

It was all very well to talk of absence making the heart grow fonder, but “out of sight, out of mind” might be just as true a truism. He hadn’t

The poets had it all wrong. Absence didn’t make the heart grow fonder. It made the heart forget.

He kissed her long and hot, drinking in her taste and scent. Her hands went to his hips, her fingers hooking through the belt loops on his khaki shorts. She pulled him against her, arching her back, the fly of her jeans against his. Josh sucked in a deep breath and finally, reluctantly, lifted his head. “I’m so damned glad to see you.” “I’m so damned glad I got on that bus,” she said, her voice breathless, her smile wide. “I hope you’re planning to stay for a while. Like all day. And night. And then the next. Four or five.” Her eyes widened. “The next four or five days?” He lowered his head, brushing his lips over hers. “I was thinking more like months.” She laughed softly, her breath hot against his mouth. “So everything I remember feeling last year is still here.” “Definitely still here,” he agreed. And stronger. Absence did make the heart grow fonder. He also knew it made memories fade and fantasies grow. But it seemed that neither of those things had happened in regard to Tori. He remembered everything—the freckles on her nose, the length of her eyelashes, the reddish-gold highlights in her hair, the way her laugh punched him in the gut and made him hard as steel. “Thank God,” she said softly. “So that’s a yes to the four or five months?” She laughed again. “Part of me is a very definite yes.” “That’s the part I want.” “Well, I can definitely offer you a chance to hang out with me for a few days.” “Done.” “You don’t even want to know what for?” “Doesn’t matter.” “Wow,” she said again. Josh brushed his thumbs over her cheekbones. “That’s what I was thinking.” She blew out a little breath. “So how do you feel about weddings?” “Are you proposing?

Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder. Whoever said that was a damn fool. Absence makes the heart suicidal.

As sociologists are fond of pointing out, many of these aphorisms appear to be direct contradictions of each other. Birds of a feather flock together, but opposites attract. Absence indeed makes the heart grow fonder, but out of sight is out of mind. Look before you leap, but he who hesitates is lost. Of course, it is not necessarily the case that these beliefs are contradictory—because we invoke different aphorisms in different circumstances. But because we never specify the conditions under which one aphorism applies versus another, we have no way of describing what it is that we really think or why we think it. Common sense, in other words, is not so much a worldview as a grab bag of logically inconsistent, often contradictory beliefs, each of which seems right at the time but carries no guarantee of being right any other time.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Please. As if acid grows flowers better than water.

Absence does not make the heart grow fonder-it makes it wander. It sends a clear message that the client is not important enough to command your time. More clients are lost to neglect than to any other cause.

You light the day. You light the way. Even when you’re away. The memory of you sustains. Like a shooting star, there’s a magic trail that’s left behind. Wherever you are, that part of you stays on the mind. Absence may make the heart grow fonder, but in a heart already steady, that love is safely kept. In a hope chest. One filled with mementos. That look of yours!

They said absence made the heart grow fonder, but I no longer believed that.

Birds of a feather flock together Opposites attract You're never too old to learn You can't teach an old dog new tricks Absence makes the heart grow fonder Out of sight, out of mind Too many cooks spoil the broth Two minds are better than one

Absence makes the heart grow fonder,