Quotes About Missing

So I've got a new friend I wish I could forget you But I miss you, wanna kiss you again She's like you, but she's not you, gotta find you again

Nils might face death with equanimity, but not lameness. And because he never spoke of it, never complained, it would go harder for him than Own, who could swear freely about his missing fingers, and pity himself intensely and eloquently.

had the feeling that I was a historical fragment, an excerpt for which the preceding and succeeding text was missing…. I could well imagine that I might have lived in former centuries and there encountered questions I was not yet able to answer; that I had to be born again because I had not fulfilled the task that was given to me. —CARL JUNG

Student engagement is the product of motivation and active learning. It is a product rather than a sum because it will not occur if either element is missing.

I am smiling in pictures without you..It might be a smile that does not reach my eyes just yet, but it's a smile and that is enough for now.

As it turned out, she was alone after all. She prayed that he'd come back to her, because she missed him and needed her connection, her fix.

I hurt all over even more now, like someone has shattered my insides, like I've been torn apart and put back together but I'm missing something. Her. And him. My brother.

I know faintly, even now, that I have embarrassed myself, and it always comes back to the feeling of childhood, that huge pieces of knowledge about the world were missing that can never be replaced.

The whole wide world was just a big pile of strangers, thinking all the time about everything they were missing.

The one thing we do know is that after his death, all the legal papers on my case came up missing. Evelyn talked to Phyllis, Stanley's widow, and she gave her every legal paper she could find that had something to do with my case, but the bulk of the material was still missing. Finally, Evelyn found out that the New York City police had my legal papers. "How did they get them?" i asked her. "I don't even want to think about it," she answered.

I just want to paint that picture of Chicago that everybody's missing, and I just want to rap about it.

My mother would have been so crazy about my grandchildren. She was a fabulous grandmother, and she would have been absolutely crazed as a great-grandmother. I miss that part of her.

Two teddy bears are gone!" I smiled and nodded.

She was missing more references than usual. White ignorant folk like me, she thought, we're the immigrants today.

You're either on, and you're connected and distracted all the time, or you're off, but then you're wondering, am I missing something important? In other words, you're either distracted or you have fear of missing out.

Here one page, possibly two, is missing.

It was the second time that day that I stood looking at a space where a large thing wasn't where it was supposed to be.

Time, where did you go? / Why did you leave me here alone? / Wait, don't go so fast / I'm missing the moments as they pass

Memory is never complete. There are always parts of it that time has amputated. Writing is a way of retrieving them, of bringing the missing parts back to it, of making it more holistic.

People say it's the finality of death that they can't handle. But what was tearing me apart was that I didn't know where Aidan was. I mean, he had to be somewhere.

It felt very good to have him walking beside her. Good like rest and quiet, like something you could live without but you needed anyway. That you had to learn how to miss, and then you'd never stop missing it.

Since you left there's been a you-shaped space beside me, all the time. It never goes away.

The family's rented villa was, moreover, in Praia da Luz, where all six other 'orphanage' incidents had been reported – one of them, the week before Madeleine went missing, at the Ocean Club's Apartment 5A, where the McCanns were to stay.

THERE WERE MORNINGS WHEN VINCENT FELT LIKE THE last hippie in the world. The Last Hippie. The phrase assumed a kind of tragic grandeur as he stood in the bathroom of his Oak Street flat, fluffing his amber mane to conceal his missing ear. If