I was adored once too.
Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.
Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving
Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks
Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent
Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.
Friendship, like love, is destroyed by long absence, though it may be increased by short intermissions
Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.
Absence extinguishes small passions and increases great ones, as the wind blows out a candle, and blows in a fire.
The only consolation I can find in your immediate presence is your ultimate absence