Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.
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.
Absence cools moderate passions, and inflames violent ones; just as the wind blows out candles, but kindles fires.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.