What S Missing Quotes

I miss your silent stature, your avoided days of disaster, your present state of distress.I’m cinnamon, cloves and fire, you are the rested cedarwood of desire.

She reminded me of a darkness, a darkness that I've missed.

These were the things we would never notice were missing.

The silence isn't so bad, till I look at my hands and feel sad. Because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.

He will be someone who is defined, first and always, by what he is missing.

That boy never seemed to smile and he wore long sleeves year-round, and I was not so different from him—we were both unable to get near the real life in life.

It's sad that we get attached to the way certain people abuse us. It took me a long time and a lot of heartache to realize that it's okay to miss someone, but not want them back.

Hole..." He grips Risa's hand tighter. "Hole, Risa, hole..." And she smiles "Yes, Connor, " she says. "You're whole. You're finally whole.

There are some places you can't visit anymore, poetry and writings take you there.

Missing someone enlightens how the person means to you and broadens the feelings shared.

Falling asleep with hopes and wishes that I rarely get to hold in my hand for long…go me. All I’ve got are memories and secrets.

I had a dream that I had no haters…I woke up missing them.

Take me back into the time when I lost track of time!

You will never say goodbye to the past, until you understand why the flashbacks haunt you.

The memories of you are dead in my mind, but alive in my heart.

Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

I missed Eve so much I couldn't be a human anymore and feel the pain that humans feel. I had to be an animal again.

One thing I will surely miss is that I couldn't read all the good books in this lifetime.

However beautiful a morning may be, we still must not wish it to continue endlessly, because this shall mean missing forever all the beauties of the night!

I couldn't blame anyone for what was in me, because I am, like everyone, populated entirely by myself.

Seeing her cry still made me feel the same way it did earlier.

There is nothing I can do that won’t bring me back to you.

Your reputation has no duplicate. You are one till the end of time. Once it is damaged, a fresh personality cannot spring from the old one.

I was thinking about stabbing myself in the face—not actually considering stabbing myself in the face, but thinking that it would be a physical expression of how I felt.

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

There is a hole in the heart called "absence". You live in it my dear.

But here, the rain was just another part of the landscape. Like it was the thing that lived here and we were merely visitors.

I miss you, I miss you at night, I can’t sleep without you anymore, I’m scared. Meet me in heaven.

I wondered for a moment if he was trying to get me to join a cult, but I realized it was just his youth talking, not a dogma.

I thought I detected a bit of wonder in his voice, that he'd like to become part of a story, any story.

For some the proud roar is not about being in charge it is more about "hear me, I miss you" yet those words fade,

She is the ocean, gentle, smooth and calm on the surface…I am the fooling diver, braving her deep, dark, dangerous depth…

Opportunity is not a rock, it is a bird! You either catch it or you miss it!

Remembering our loved ones is breathing life into their fading images, that we might once more see their faces and pass along a tearful “I miss you.

Evolution requires intermediate forms between species and palaeontology does not provide them.

I miss the way you got me high by that deadly hypnotizing smile.

And they can’t understand, what hurts more— Missing the other person, or pretending not to.

If I were offering hip replacement services I'd use Jarod Kintz as my spokesman. No one can possibly be better than him, to replace the missing spoke in your wheels.

I can deal with anything in this world, except your silence.

Let me talk to my mother. She is listening from above.

I want to go back to the tell-me-again times when I slept in her bed and we were everything together. When I was everything to her. Everything she needed.

She made an inarticulate sound of distress at the sight that met her eyes. It was a fire, and it was the bookstore on the far side of the square that was burning.

I’m here for you. Always. Do you feel me?Hear me? I talk to you every night, does it reach you?

You’ve missed a lot of things. But mostly I think you’ve missed several opportunities to leave. Let me assist you to the door so that you won’t miss this next one.

A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the woods, I thought, especially at night.

When you do something, you miss something else! If you don’t want to miss anything, you have to do everything!

I found the missing piece. It is you.

The clouds wept when my heart sand a song of sorrow

His eyes missed her as much as the rest of him.

You tasted like fireAnd I miss that.So, at timesI drank a little.And at times, I drank too much.But I only drankTill it burned me enough.