A Quote by Thomas Fuller

Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it. — © Thomas Fuller
Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Darkness is the absence of light. Happiness is the absence of pain. Anger is the absence of joy. Jealousy is the absence of confidence. Love is the absence of doubt. Hate is the absence of peace. Fear is the absence of faith. Life is the absence of death.
This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?
Speaking generally, punishment hardens and numbs, it produces concentration, it sharpens the consciousness of alienation, it strengthens the power of resistance.
When a person disappears, everything becomes impregnated with that person's presence. Every single object as well as every space becomes a reminder of absence, as if absence were more important than presence.
It is exceedingly difficult to maintain a sense of absence without turning that absence into some kind of presence
The presence of many does not and cannot replace the absence of one. That is love.
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
He that struggles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
What can be seen on earth points to neither the total absence nor the obvious presence of divinity, but to the presence of a hidden God. Everything bears this mark.
How great love is, presence best trial makes, But absence tries how long this love will be.
Play is an expression of God's presence in the world; one clear sign of God's absence in society is the absence of playfulness and laughter.
Every painted image of something is also about the absence of the real thing. All painting is about the presence of absence.
As the presence of those we love is as a double life, so absence, in its anxious longing and sense of vacancy, is as a foretaste of death.
All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.
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