Quotes About Missing

Well, I miss my wife, you know, I said. But I also miss the feeling of, I don't know, comfort. The sense you're where you're supposed to be, with someone you're supposed to be with.

What is it about being married you miss?" Alan asked. "Well, I miss my wife, you know," I said. "But I also miss the feeling of, I don't know, comfort. The sense you're where you're supposed to be, with someone you're supposed to be with.

Where is Ivan?

My family was a bunch of drunks. When I was six I came up missing, they put my picture on a bottle of scotch.

Thinking about you is my hobby, Missing you is my concern, Caring for you is my job, Loving you is my duty and being there for you is forever a pleasure.

For since missing a woman is no more than reviving a love that remains subject to the same laws as all love, the force of my regret was increased by the same causes which, while Albertine was alive, would have augmented my love for her and which had always given pride of place to jealousy and pain.

Already the rain had become an element of life like the air Mark breathed, and when it stopped, he missed it somehow, and found himself listening for the drip, drip, drip that seemed now a necessary and comforting component of his life.

Sales were lukewarm. Back home there was no freedom, but there were readers. Here there was freedom enough, but readers were missing.

Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you.

It's the folks that depend on us for this and for the other that we most do miss.

...there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it sure makes the rest of you lonely.

tu soledad me abruma / me alucina dijo el fulano con dulzura quisiera que en las noches me añorara que me echara de menos me recibiera a solas

Claro que te dejo. No faltaba más." Pero faltaba. Cómo no que faltaba.

A veces me siento desdichada, nada más que de no saber qué es lo que estoy echando de menos.

The Crone has been missing from our culture for so long that many women, particularly young girls, know nothing of her tutelage. Young girls in our society are not initiated by older women into womanhood with its accompanying dignity and power. Without the Crone, the task of belonging to oneself, of being a whole person, is virtually impossible.

I have lost things I will never stop missing.

Still Dev missed him. Not all the time or even very often, but now and then, missing would hit Dev, throw him off balance, a sudden, undeniable ache to know his father, how his voice sounded, what his face did when he read the paper or looked at his son. And the missing wasn't fair; it wasn't earned. In fact, the missing, the searching, the imagining were so unfair that when you put them all together, they looked a lot like betrayal.

was time to think. I made some pancakes. I gave Sludge a bone. We ate and thought. I knew that my mother had not made Monster Cookies for a week. Today she'd discovered that the recipe was gone. So the recipe might have been missing for a week or less than a week.

Gone. The saddest word in the language. In any language.

I lost my father this past year, and the word feels right because I keep looking for him. As if he were misplaced. As if he could just turn up, like a sock or a set of keys.

that is what is tremendously missing from modern Christianity: Tangible gratitude for God's grace.

An autobiography is an obituary in serial form with the last installment missing.

Are there any other missing persons living under your roof? Elvis? Jimmy Hoffa? Amelia Earhart? I'd just like full disclosure now, before we go any further.