Best 201 quotes in «missing you quotes» category

My heart wont let you go, and I need you to know, I miss you.

Playing 'bop' is like playing Scrabble with all the vowels missing.

Oft in the tranquil hour of night, When stars illume the sky, I gaze upon each orb of light, And wish that thou wert by.

Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going to fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.

The genius of you Americans is that you never make clear-cut stupid moves, only complicated stupid moves which make the rest of us wonder at the possibility that we might be missing something.

So, do I think I'm missing something? I really don't, and I think that comes with age.

Son, what kind of pitch would you like to miss?

That was a surprise. I just had wished that Wil Wheaton was there. He was missing from the last show and it would have been nice if everyone could have been there.

The greatest competitor was Bob Gibson. He worked so fast out there and he always had the hood up. He always wanted to close his own deal. He never talked to you because he was battling so hard. I sure as hell don't miss batting against him, but I miss him in the game.

This golf course, you miss a shot a little bit off-line, it's going to bite you.

The only thing that I miss lately in all music is somebody that will put out a melody that you can whistle. It doesn't seem like there's anything happening like that.

There's something missing in the music industry today... and it's music. Songs you hear don't last, it's just product fed to you by the industry.

The rules are learnt in order to be broken, but if you don't know them, then something is missing.

We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.

When you coach as long as I did, you can't help but miss those Saturdays - dealing with the players, the game preparation, the challenges, the excitement

What a distressing contrast there is between the radiant intelligence of the child and the feeble mentality of the average adult.

What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato's cave who can only marvel at the shadows and images of various objects, provided they are content and don't know what they miss, and the philosopher who has emerged from the cave and sees the real things?

What it missing, I think, is this notion of the common good.

What people think of you is none of your business.

When you were riding on the crest of a wave, youwere most likely to be missing out on something.

When you miss me just look up to the night sky and remember, I'm like a star; sometimes you can't see me, but I'm always there.

You can be the best person in the league but if you don't win championships, something's missing.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?

You know, and it really doesn't have a lot to do with the movie. That's the trick to doing a good musical is that, if you take that music number out, there's less to the movie there. You would miss it.

You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

You know, on the road, I never miss a meal. I eat five, six, seven times a day, depending on when I wake up and when I got to sleep. I never miss a training day. I always get my four days out of my seven.

You left , and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness.

A kiss…. ….. is just a kiss…. Until it’s all you reminisce. (Then the memory becomes your most treasured possession.)

Alex stepped out from behind the rock. Relieved to see him in one piece, I threw myself forward and hugged him. He returned the embrace with a low chuckle, "Jeez, Dez, if I knew this was what it would take to get you to put your hands all over me again, I would have done it sooner.

And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?” “No, he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?” She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—” “Okay, fine.” She leaned in and kissed: him a good, proper kiss without anyone watching—no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones. She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.” Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover that.

And I don’t even like you, but the pain of life without you is biting.

And then, from behind me: "I thought about you. Every day." I froze, my hand still holding the canvas flap. Cal's voice was slightly hoarse as he continued. "Three weeks is a long time to wonder where someone is. All that time, I thought maybe I'd done the wrong thing, telling you to find the Brannicks. I turned around then. I wanted to make a joke, or say something sarcastic, anything that would cut the tension enveloping us. Instead, I said, "I thought about you, too.

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

Angin risau dan gemerisik pepohonan mengiringi hujan jatuh di beranda rindu. Aku tergugu dalam gigil memeluk malam yang engkau.

Dan pancaran matamu adalah syair ribuan hari yang menyihir airmata jadi kuntumkuntum asa. Tubuh kita menjelma rumahrumah pasi di dada jalan yang selalu setia menampung sejarah, kenangan atas perjumpaan dan perpisahan berkali kali

Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love

When you're on a merry-go-round, you miss a lot of the scenery.

Aloneness and all-oneness is our authentic nature. We are always alone and all-one. We came into this planet alone and all-one. We will leave alone and all-one. And also during our whole staying in this world, no matter how we engage in relationships, we continue to be alone and all-one, though we may forget about it or pretend it is not the case. True love has nothing to do with the idea that someone is the other half of my soul and that I need him or her in order to be whole and feel complete. Only when we can be alone and all-one with someone there is true love, regardless of whether that someone is still with us or not. And yet... I miss you...

...And I wish that while walking in your life's lane, you come across and walk with dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground. Let all the positive spirit & energies of this universe come together this way, your way, making every journey of your life most beautiful, fulfilling and prideful. Let the world feel blessed and continue to get better by touch of your elegance.

But like, how do you know it’s love?” “When you miss the other person even if they’re half a room away.

Dark hair on a white pillow, an ache inside, his face a reflection in her eye.

How do you love someone and just… walk away? Just like that. You just, go on as normal…. You get up, get dressed, go to work… How can you do that? How can you be okay with that?

For wasn't it just a matter of time before we crossed each other's path? Despite all the hoopla, wasn't Manhattan just ten miles long and a mile or two wide? So in the days that followed, I kept an eye out, I looked for his figure on the street corners and in the coffee shops. I imagined coming home and having him emerge once more from the doorway across the street. But as the weeks turned into months, and the months into years, this sense of anticipation waned, and slowly but surely, I stopped expecting to see him in a crowd.

He must have laughed at me every single night, For I always missed the one who was never mine.

how is it that he's always in my thoughts. even when i am not thinking.

Even the most colorful garden appear like a graveyard without you.

Every second i live in a hope to meet you one day..... I die every second in a fear of loosing you

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He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.