Absence makes the heart grow fonder
— Eleanor Roosevelt
Grateful Absence Makes The Heart quotations
Absence makes the heart grow fonder and tears are only rain to make love grow.

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.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it;
the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Absence may or may not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly freshens the eye.
When the waves are round me breaking,As I pace the deck alone,And my eye in vain is seekingSome green leaf to rest upon;What would not I give to wanderWhere my old companions dwell?Absence makes the heart grow fonder,Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.
There is one pain, I often feel, which you will never know. It's caused by the absence of you.
Distance makes the heart grow fonder.

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
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.

Absence makes the heart grow frozen, not fonder.
I like to think I get better with age, but maybe absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Prolonged absence makes the heart forget.
Absence really can make the heart grow fonder, even when the [man's] feet wander.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it.
'T is said that absence conquers love;
But oh believe it not! I've tried, alas! its power to prove, But thou art not forgot.
Ingratitude is the frost that nips the flower even as it opens, that shrivels the generous apple on the branch, that freezes the fountain in mid-flow and numbs the hand, even in the very act of giving. It is a sin of silence, absence and omission, as winter's sin is a lack of light; a sin against charity, which otherwise warms the heart and, in the truest sense, makes the world turn.