Absence is a genuine absence and not merely an absence of what is present even if what is present is truly absent... it is rather the absence of both absence and presence.

Absence is the common cure of love.

Absence is the death of love.

Absence is love's foe: far from the eyes, far from the heart.

Curiosity is the kernel of the forbidden fruit.

Curiosity is the direct incontinency of the spirit.

Curiosity is, as neugierig, an avarice (gier) of the new (neu), an everyday tendency of Dasein to let itself be restlessly carried along solely by the way the world appears.

Curiosity is a search for novelty and endless stimulation rather than belonging or dwelling.

Distance is the soul of beauty.

Distance is the only cure for certain diseases.

Distance is nothing to the lover — Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.

Distance is, in modernity, short in terms of length and yet ever remote to us. What is vastly far away in terms of length, can be near to us. Short distance is not already nearness. Great distance is not yet remoteness.

The Dream is the aquarium of the night.

The Dream is the literature of sleep.

The Dream is what you wake up from.

The Dream is the memory of the night.