Quotes About Missing

The model of the teaching hospital, which links research to teaching and service is what's missing in global health.

I went to the store and bought lady fingers, when I got home I noticed one of the fingers was missing so I went back to the store and the manager was nice enough to give me the finger.

You like the party?" "Is it in honor of anything?" "My cat's birthday." "Oh." She glanced around. "Where's your cat?" "I dont know. He ran away." -Magnus & Clary, pg.221-

And while we destroy / Our children will grow / Not missing the things they'll never know / A crime against them / Against you and me / A crime against all humanity

Yesterday I parked my car in a tow-away zone...when I came back the entire area was missing.

The missing link between humans and apes? It's certainly those brutes who haven't yet learned to respect privacy.

At last the magic caught, and she managed to vault clumsily onto it before it trundled into the night sky as gracefully as a duck with one wing missing.

The historian has before him a jigsaw puzzle from which many pieces have disappeared. These gaps can be filled only by his imagination.

There's something really nice about missing the person you're with. To have someone be apart enough to force independence and to also look forward to seeing that person.

Like a missing tooth, sometimes an absence is more noticeable than a presence.

Friendship make me feel this world is loving place to stay and have known the pain of missing this wonderful gift.

How would you like it if someone you cared about just disappeared on you?

Now I understand. Alice is afraid. The whole town is afraid because the world doesn't make sense to them anymore. Two kids go missing and suddenly everything is all messed up.

Alice Gray returned with a lacquered Japanese tray bearing two steaming cups, a sugar bowl, and a little pitcher of milk. I took a seat on the sofa. The coffee was strong and bitter. I lightened it with some milk. My hostess settled into one of the wing chairs. "Vee says Beth is missing," she said, sipping her coffee.

My heart was already cracked, but this one word, gone, was the stone that broke it.

I still like to think of Richey as being holed up in a Welsh valley somewhere, with a pile of books and a dog.

Details reveal themselves as you use what you're building. You'll see what needs more attention. You'll feel what's missing. You'll know which potholes to pave over because you'll keep hitting them. That's when you need to pay attention, not sooner. The

Y sí, yo lo echaba enormemente de menos y me imaginaba que él a mí también. Pero lo del otro pertenece siempre a ese terreno, al de la imaginación. Uno nunca sabe a ciencia cierta, ni siquiera sabe si las declaraciones más encendidas son verdad o interpretación o convención, son sentidas o lo que el otro cree que le toca sentir y está dispuesto a decir.

Even after more than five hundred years in Heaven, Eleanor of Aquitaine still missed quarreling and dressing up. Eleanor missed strong, sweet smells. Eleanor missed feeling hot and being cold. Eleanor missed Henry. She missed life.

I had to agree with one ex-boyfriend of one crackhead complainant who'd gone missing, when he told me with disdain, 'This is a whole big bunch of unbelievable!

I try not to. I mean, you shouldn't miss people who don't miss you, right?

You shouldn't miss people who don't miss you...

Why is it so loud when you cry from grief? Because it must be loud enough for the missing one to hear, though it never can be. Loud enough to scale the sky and the backs of angels, or to fall through the earth to where they rest. And so it is sometimes when I sing that the notes come from me as if I believed I could reach them where they rest, they sure of a reunion I still cannot imagine or believe in except, sometimes, in song.

When writers in New York complained they could not write after 9/11, it seemed to me they were frozen by writing for that audience, by writing for the missing. Who we all felt, somehow, were watching. Waiting to see if we were worthy of being alive when they were dead. Waiting to see the stories we would tell about the life they would no longer have among us - waiting to see if it was worth it.