Quotes About Missing

Mirnin: Where's Shreve?

The big media blitzes almost exclusively happen for missing children, teen girls, and adult women. White and pretty, preferably. It's rare to see the major networks covering a missing young woman of color as a priority.

And almost never young men of any race, even though they can and do go missing too.

I'm going to miss you, too," she said. And then she slipped out of the moment, slipped out of the us, by adding, "I'm going to miss everyone.

The engine has been removed.

Each day in this country, twenty-three hundred children are reported missing.

People disappear all the time. Ask any policeman. Better yet, ask a journalist. Disappearances are bread-and-butter to journalists.

Bad as I like ye, it's worse without ye.

Anyone who's ever read the lyrics of an already cherished song has most likely encountered that hollow sensation of something missing, the absence of certain emotional integers. It can be like viewing a loved one's X-rays.

London is my home. I miss my family so much; it's hard being away. And I miss salt and vinegar crisps. And Marmite. And good fudge. Oh my God. Clotted cream fudge.

And you know what I'm going to miss most of all? His face. I'm going to miss looking at his beautiful face. It's my favorite face in the entire world.

Sighing, she looked out at the fog. It was like life, preventing her from seeing what was beyond reach. She wasn't unhappy. She simply felt that something important was missing from her life

They say the president's dead No one can find his head It's been missing now for weeks But no one noticed it He had seemed so fit And I'm sick of it I'm sick of you Bye bye bye

Discontent is only the fear of missing something. Content is the knowledge that you aren't missing anything worth-while.

If love was compass enough," said Armand quietly, "there would be no missing children.

love was compass enough," said Armand quietly, "there would be no missing children.

I'm well enough to hold you against my heart," he said. "That's what I've missed the most. Don't you know that?" "Tuscan Tycoon's Wife

As a child, what I was missing was so much bigger to me than what I had. My mother-mythic, imaginary-was a deity and a superhero and a comfort all at once. If only I'd had her, surely, she would have been the answer to every problem; if only I'd had her , she would have been the cure for everything that ever had gone wrong in my life.

Something was missing. I couldn't tell you what it was if you asked but it was off. And if you think of a relationship as a living entity, I guess it's one thing if the missing two percent is, like, a fingernail. But when it's the heart, that's a whole different ball of wax.

Memory isn't something that stays with you at all times. It's a quantity that gets summoned or evoked or brought to mind. It gets carried to an arena for our viewing pleasure. By definition, then, there are times it must go missing.

I still remember the days when you were here with me. The days I looked at you and you were already looking at me. The days I would wake up and find a good morning text from you. The days you would secretly sneak up behind me, put your arms around me and told me you loved me. I still miss those days but I miss you even more.

Since you went away, my heart breaks every day.

There is one pain, I often feel, which you will never know. It's caused by the absence of you.

The hardest to do is waking up without you.