Quotes About Missing

I'd like to teach you the names of these trees, to confess how much I need to miss you to finish this off.

I want to look forwards. To new things. New places. New adventures. Otherwise I'm just living a life where a part of me is missing.

Conducting, I tried it once off the cuff, and quickly realized there were subtle aspects that I was missing. There is a lot more to it that I was able to grasp simply by watching conductors.

I would have thought he would be there out of just plain curiosity. It was incredible that he was missing.

I miss coaching - certain elements of coaching.

Don't get me wrong; I miss the live elements of coaching.

I realize more and more I miss my 'Survivor' friends when I'm not around them.

When I looked into the eyes of the people who knew Laci best, I saw something I didn't want to see: a group of people who desperately loved Laci, and who were beginning to suspect she wasn't coming home.

I don't really watch video, but I see the replay; like when I do strike out, and I'm walking back to the dugout, I look up and see if they do show the replay of me swinging and missing.

I really miss Syracuse and the guys on the team.

It turned out that every single child on the school bus had known that one of their Kevins was missing. They had not mentioned it to the driver, or their teacher, or each other. They took it that Kevin had been left, forever, for some reason, which would become clear to them, with patience, in the course of time.

The patrolman and the teacher did find Kevin. They brought him to his mother, who had behaved admirably from the first. It turned out that every single child on the school bus had known that one of their Kevins was missing. They had not mentioned it to the driver, or their teacher, or each other. They took it that Kevin had been left, forever, for some reason, which would become clear to them, with patience, in the course of time.

It was somehow easier to love a person who wasn't there.

La ausencia era eso. Un lugar que uno conoce y recuerda de memoria, como si fuera una foto, donde uno falta.

They've gotten so used to these gatherings not being meaningful that they no longer know how to allow them to touch their heart or change their mind. The Holy Spirit is again the Missing Person of the Blessed Trinity.

Well, Miss Ellena has to come in there somewhere." Gage tried to be helpful. "We know she and Nathan had some kind of connection. And he did want you to get a message to her--" "But I still feel like we're missing something." Parker's scowl swept the faces around him. "Yeah, your minds. Your sanity. Should I go on?

Butch hesitated. Annabeth's okay. You gotta cut her some slack. She had a vision telling her to come here, to find a guy with one shoe. That was supposed to be the answer to her problem. What Problem? Piper asked. She's been looking for one of our campers, who's been missing three days, Butch said. She's going out of her mind with worry. She hoped he'd be here. Who? Jason asked. Her boyfriend, Butch said, A guy named Percy Jackson.

I'd missed Annabeth probably more than I wanted to admit.

Lord Bacchus, do you remember me? I helped you with that missing leopard in Sonoma. Bacchus scratched his stubbly chin. Ah... yes. John Green. Jason Grace. Whatever, the god said.

They have gone missing? No, no, no, no, no, no, no No, et cetera

I have always felt loneliest in the presence of other people. People I can't connect with. People I feel unseen by. People who make me feel insincere or uncomfortable. For me, loneliness comes from a sense of missing something. I never miss anything when I'm alone.

I have always felt loneliest in the presence of other people—people I can't connect with, people I feel unseen by, people who make me feel insincere or uncomfortable. For me, loneliness comes from a sense of missing something. I never miss anything when I'm alone.

Yes, said Cook. That is soup that you are smelling. The princess, not that you would know or care, is missing, bless her goodhearted self. and times are terrible. and when times are terrible, soup is the answer. Don't it smell like the answer?

If I'm alone at home, I get increasingly restless, bothered by the idea that I'm missing some crucial encounter out there somewhere. But if I'm left by myself in someone else's place, I often find myself a nice sense of peace engulfing me. I love sinking into an unfamiliar sofa with whatever book happens to be lying nearby.