Best 173 quotes in «missing someone quotes» category

Boys, at war, so far away, will naturally droop, both in body and mind, from lack of a particular girl’s snuggling and cuddling.

By day, Ian was like the stars, there but not there. At night was when the beasts of grief came for her.

Cold summer night The night is silence But your voice is shouting My mind reminiscing Your love is lacking The night is cold Longing of your arms I need your heat And your gone The dawn is immenent I'm dreaming of you My eyes are crying I'm missing you The gleam of sunrise Touching my face The heat on my skin Like the touch of your hand The sun is born again once more New expectation, new hope Expecting you missing me Hoping to see you

Dear Natasha, It's the middle of the night. I can't sleep. Thoughts are creeping through my head like darkness slips around the bodies of sky scrapers in every city we've ever been to. From the bottom up, suffocating the life on the street first and then raising to the head and the brain, circling into smog and clouds until the black stretches up so high that nobody can even remember what the stars used to look like. This is how I feel when I lie awake and think of you. I miss you.

But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.

Drew missed Peter when he left, but it was like missing a hole.

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?

Do our dreams carry messages from the great beyond, sent by the people we have lost, or are they a reflection of our desperation and wishful thinking?

During some years, I hoped that she did live; and I suppose that, in the literal and unrhetorical use of the word, myriad, I may say that on my different visits to London, I have looked into many, many myriads of female faces, in the hope of meeting her. I should know her again amongst a thousand, if I saw her for a moment; for, though not handsome, she had a sweet expression of countenance, and a peculiar and graceful carriage of the head. - I sought her, I have said, in hope. So it was for years; but now I should fear to see her; and her cough, which grieved me when I parted with her, is now my consolation. I now wish to see her no longer; but think of her, more gladly, as one long since laid in the grave; in the grave, I would hope, of a Magdalen; taken away, before injuries and cruelty had blotted out and transfigured her ingenuous nature, or the brutalities of ruffians had completed the ruin they had begun.

Everyone we meet has wounds upon their heart. Everyone is waiting for someone to scatter the seeds of love amongst their tears and to be patient enough to wait for their beautiful fragrance of dreams to awaken once more.

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....

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.

Empty Spaces I wanted to feel less. To not be burdened by emotion, To not feel sadness, To not know loss. I envied the inanimate, The trees that stand proudly in winter, Not missing their leaves. I wanted to be weightless, To not experience limitation. I didn’t want time to pass, The blur of days, months, years. It moved too quickly, I wanted to grasp on, Hold it. It eluded me, Intangible, Like light. I wanted to preserve life before you were gone. I didn’t want to know grief. But the pain kept me connected. It meant that I loved you, It meant that I would always be a little broken, It meant that our love filled all of the empty spaces. It meant that you would be with me... forever.

Every ray of sunshine, every drop of rain, every tear that falls, you are with me for I carry you in my heart forever.

For a man he get his own ship and his own strong wind, but he cannot stop missing all the passing breezes that never come again.

Have u loved someone so deep in your heart, u wanted to keep them hidden & all to yourself?

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.

how anxiously I yearned for those I had forsaken.

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

How anxiously I yearned for those I had forsake

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,,,

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

How I wish I could undo it all … take it all back… All those years I spent unhappy with him …. when I should have been looking for you.

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?

How many times did we pass each other before we met? If only I’d known…. I would have searched for you endlessly. If only I’d found you before it was already too late.

However much you have been wanting and hoping and dreaming of meeting the person of your dreams, it is only when you meet them that you will start missing them. It seems that the presence of an object is required to make its absence felt (or to make the absence of something felt). A kind of longing may have preceded their arrival, but you have to meet in order to feel the full force of your frustration in their absence.

Hur är det med sömnen, älskling?” frågar han. Jag vill svara att jag inte sover alls, att det inte går när man vaknar för många gånger mitt i natten, att det inte går när allt man vill är att sova med sin man men inte får. Men det får jag inte säga. Han skulle känna sig skyldig, det är inte hans fel att jag sover ensam – det är nog mitt. ”Det går väl okej. Ibland får Maria mysa med mig, mest för att hon är rädd då”, ljuger jag mig fram. Maria sover som en stock, hon sover som sin pappa, de vet hur det är att andas och inte känna lungorna bli tyngre. De vet hur det är att vara vid liv. ”Saknar du mig då?” Mer än han anar. Det finns inte ord för att beskriva tyngden av elefanterna som väger ner mitt hjärta, eller hur många hjärtslag som har använts för att gråta över honom. Finns absolut inget som skulle göra mig gladare än att ha honom nära mig, att ha honom vid min sida varje dag.

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.

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.

How you can already miss someone when you are in the same room with them, I have no idea. But I do.

I don’t think you ever really understood…. …. All the love I had in the world went to you.

I don't think I ever fully understood before now the old saying that goes: "A mother's heart loves her young one until he grows; her ill one until he heals; and her traveler until he returns." I have experienced all kinds of waiting; I've waited for my young to grow and the sick to heal, but I am still waiting on my little traveler and I do not know how long it will be until I see him again.

I feel like my life is made up of tiny puzzle parts that no longer fit together. Imagine working on a puzzle only to find that the final picture can never be complete because one of its pieces is missing. This is exactly what's happened to my life; it has become impossible to put it back together.

I had someone once who made every day mean something. And now…. I am lost…. And nothing means anything anymore.

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard. And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

I have been waiting 4 u too long.... Cant let u go... ♥

If you are near ,my heart beats fast, If you are far, my hearts becomes restless, When you look at me,my world stops, When you look away i wish the world to stop. I can die to see your smile, I die as i see your tears. When i see you my mind floods, When i don't it gets a drought .

I have slept most nights crying on my pillow. When my soul felt incomplete without you in my life. And then I made my soul understand that we cannot have everything in life. Something has to be incomplete in our life to make us understand life. Only when we miss someone or something do we then begin to realise the value of that someone or something in our life. We don't begin to live life by having everything. We begin to live life when we have something missing and yet we find meaning in that existence.

I have poured my heart out …. And now I am empty.

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.

I just wanted to tell you, how beautiful you were; that day, that night, that life.

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.

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.

I miss him for all the things he forgot to see in himself & if im lucky fate will help us rekindle a flame that never got set alight in the first place.

I missed her, the idea of her.

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…

I miss your voice because it is a symphony; your scent because it is a treasure; your smile because it is a jewel; your hug because it is a masterpiece; and your kiss because it is a miracle.

I miss that feeling of connection. Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

I never want to miss a day without you

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.