Best 184 of Missing someone quotes - MyQuotes
Never boyfriends? You've NEVER been in LOVE?" As I shake my head no, I look out the window, yearning to see Cole's sun-filled eyes again looking into mine. "Don't worry," Tiger said. "Love isn't easy- and it happens on its own time. Just hang in there. He’ll come around.
Dur se samandar ki gahrai naapne walo Kabhi pani me utar kar to dekhoo.. Mohobat par gyan dene walo Kabhi mohobat kar ke to dekhoo.. Asan nahi hai ese rah par chalna jo apki manzil nahi.. Kabhi bina manzil-e-chahat ke chal kar to dekhoo....
The only place I ever felt at home was with you. There isn’t a place for me anywhere anymore… I’ve been evicted.
His eyes missed her as much as the rest of him.
I’d never dreamed anybody could love me the way he did. And even when he proved it to me time and again – I still could hardly believe it was true.
It's wild to miss someone so much, and yet in order to care for them you have to constantly say goodbye.
When other lovers, in arms across, Rejoice their chief delight, Drowned in tears, to mourn my loss, I stand the bitter night In my window, where I may see Before the winds how the clouds flee: Lo, what a mariner love that made of me! -from XVII [A Lady Complains of Her Lover's Absence] found in "Poems of Love and Chivalry
I never want to miss a day without you
When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.
Happiness is everywhere round here, but yet something bothers the happiness, a missing factor exists everywhere in the circle of happiness, don't know how to explain yet explained in the language of lost words, unknowingly the matter which bothers yet it disturbs, somewhere hurts... Lost somewhere,,,
I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons.
Una vez más, constató hasta qué punto, en el fondo de su corazón, aquella mujer se había vuelto imprescindible para él. Cuando pasaba un tiempo sin verla, tenía la impresión de que le faltaba algo, algo muy importante, y sentía una ligera punzada en el pecho.
I still think of you every day. But I’m trying not to let it hurt me with the same intensity that it used to.
And perhaps some will never understand, It is mostly the farewells that unite us, and last in our memory forever, Even more than the first meeting.
And yet I want to be human; I want to be thinking og him because then I feel he is alive somewhere, if only in my head.
Grief is shameless; it refuses to be ignored. If you let it have its way, it becomes fatal. If you try to remove it piece by piece, it only multiplies like a tumor. And if you try to fight it, it becomes like quicksand; you try to claw your way back to the surface, and for a second you feel the fresh air against your face, thinking you've survived, only to be pulled fiercely back down again, swallowed whole, nothing left.
Every ray of sunshine, every drop of rain, every tear that falls, you are with me for I carry you in my heart forever.
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.
When a person disappears, everything becomes impregnated with that person's presence. Every single object as well as every space becomes a reminder of absence, as if absence were more important than presence.
I missed her, the idea of her.
Have u loved someone so deep in your heart, u wanted to keep them hidden & all to yourself?
I’m awful about your name. I still jump when I hear it. I still feel it rattling somewhere in my stomach. I think I’m jealous of anyone that gets to say it because it’s not my right anymore. Years from now I’ll be standing in a supermarket and someone will casually brush past me, your name falling from their mouth like confetti. I’ll drop everything that I’m holding. My knees will wobble in the way they only did when I was with you. Years from now I’ll still remember how your name tasted in my mouth and I’ll have to start missing you all over again.
When we miss someone, often, what we really miss is the part of us that with this someone awakens.
Missing someone enlightens how the person means to you and broadens the feelings shared.
It's a mistake to love you, I admit it. It's a disaster to miss you, I deserve it. But when it's the reason to leave you, I hate it, cause no matter how strong the reason is; nobody deserves the long farewell.
Alle Sprachen der Welt kennen dieses Sprichwort: "Aus den Augen aus dem Sinn." Nichts ist weniger wahr: Je weiter etwas weg ist, desto größer ist die Sehnsucht, desto stärker die Gefühle, die wir zu unterdrücken und zu vergessen versuchen.
Before too much longer I’ll forget her minute imperfections. That’s what you end up missing the most, those little faults. They burrow under your skin. Become endearing in retrospect.
Kaui Hart Hemmings
We walk until there aren't more houses, all the way to the part of the beach where the current makes the waves come in then rush back out so that the two waves clash, water casting up like a geyser. We watch that for a while and then Scottie says, "I wish Mom was here." I'm thinking the exact same thought. That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too. Every day I kept track of anecdotes, occurrences, and gossip, bullet-pointing the news in my head and even rehearsing my stories before telling them to Joanie in bed at night.
Its been a long time we both talked properly. I guess its because many thing went wrong between us and ik that ab its difficult to get back on the road; road on which we used to travel before. You know every time I open my messenger the first thing that i check is that whether you're online or not. Let's begin again and try not to discuss on old shits.. Love you
There are two ways to avoid getting disappointed. Expect everything - or expect nothing.
Meri har khawahis puri karne ki kasam khai thi tumne.... Tumhare pyar me barbad hona bhi ek khawahis thi meriii... Lo wo bhi puri kar di tumne...
Writing to you like this is the same as saying your name when I've woken up late, feeling sick, tasting rot. It's pointless, but it happens.
If you’re searching for a quote that puts your feelings into words – you won’t find it. You can learn every language and read every word ever written – but you’ll never find what’s in your heart. How can you? He has it.
The beauty of the sea is that it never shows any weakness and never tires of the countless souls that unleash their broken voices into its secret depths.
and now i am back in the grey world where it tastes like plastic, the monotony is buzzing through my jaws and the boredom is pulling my hair.
Distance never seperates two hearts that really care, for our memories span the miles and in seconds we are there. But whenever I start feeling sad cuz I miss you I remind myself how lucky I am to have someone so special to miss.
Do you ever miss me? The way we held each other close, What about our history? Have you blocked out the memory Of the things that meant the most?
Though I never really had you…. … to me you will always be the one that got away.
Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.
…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you. Some people might find that strange. But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.
I didn’t love you to seek revenge. I didn’t love you out of loneliness or unhappiness. I didn’t love you for any of the misguided reasons that time might convince you I did. I just loved you because you’re you.
The joy of having something comes from the length of time you have been wanting it, expecting it. Happiness really lies in the expectation. So once you achieve it, it loses its charm for you. Every happiness is imaginary: so long as you don’t possess it, it seems to be abounding happiness. But as soon as it is actualized, it ceases to be happiness; our hands are as empty as before. And then we seek some other object for our desire, and we begin to expect it again. We feel so unhappy without it and imagine that happiness will come with it.
It’s the intricate details you miss the most. For me, it’s the soft lines around the eyes when he smiles… Or that look he gave me sometimes that I cannot begin to describe - but I would know it if I saw it again. It was the look that gave him away. I’d know that look anywhere… It used to be my everything.
I have poured my heart out …. And now I am empty.
Who did she expect to pick her up? A name had been on her lips. Someone she missed terribly, so much so that the physical longing stabbed at her chest and made her grab it, but there was no knife to pull out. It was invisible but real, and the blade was grinding deeper into her as she realised that she didn’t know who she was missing. There was no knight in shining armour to collect her, or if there was, she didn’t know who he was.
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windows of our lips, and the sobs in our voices.
Karl Kristian Flores
I suppose we all see colors outside our usual spectrum in certain people. And the saddest part of life is having known what it looks like and saying goodbye while a quiet part of you hopelessly searches for it forever in shades of blue, red, and yellow. Perhaps all my writing is just a telling to others of the color I saw.
In a way, it was the same as any normal break up. You took what was yours …. and I kept what I’d had from before we were together… You took my heart …. and I had nothing…
While I'd been plagued by nightmares of Jonathan's unrest in the hereafter, it was only now that I'd seen Adair again—and seen him so changed—that I could admit, even to myself, that it was him I daydreamed of, who I longed for, who I ached for, physically. That was how I'd betrayed Luke—in my desire for Adair. It wasn't so uncommon, was it? Living with one man while your mind is on another? Being unable to stop thinking of this other man who, for one reason or another, was not the one sitting beside you. Thinking of the way his eyes lit up when he saw you, of his wicked smile and what it was like when he held you, how you responded to the touch of his hands. In solitary moments, you remembered the little intimacies, the feel of his skin against yours, the way he liked to be touched, the velvet nap of his member, the way he tasted. You thought of him even though you could never be with him. His absence nagged like an itch you could never scratch.
We think that those we spend the most time with know us. Yet some only notice our presence when we leave. Look for the ones that wait for your footsteps in the silence. These are the ones longing to hear the echoes of your heartbeat strum their soul.