I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder:
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!
I make the other’s absence responsible for my worldliness.
Two evils, monstrous either one apart,
Possessed me, and were long and loath at going:
A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart,
And in the wood the furious winter blowing.
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
Embryonic artworks grow
In the womb heart of the artists,
Until the fever of making seizes their limbs,
And they deliver their art through labors of love.
People say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I think they’re wrong: Proximity makes the heart grow fonder.
What's at the heart of all sales and marketing: creating demand even in the absence of logic.
In every friendship hearts grow and entwine themselves together, so that the two hearts seem to make only one heart with only a common thought. That is why separation is so painful; it is not so much two hearts separating, but one being torn asunder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.