Missing Someone Quotes

All I can think about is what she must be doing, and how I wish she were still here.

It's not hard to read about death abstractly. I do find it tough when a character I love dies, of course. You can truly miss characters. Not like you miss people, but you can still miss them.

Did you ever feel that you were missing someone you had never met?

Romance is thinking about your significant other, when you are supposed to be thinking about something else.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

I know what it’s like to miss someone. To feel like you’re just…wandering around, lost.

You don’t have to be sad to miss someone and wish they were still in your life.

Missing you is worse than Pittsburgh.

You shouldn't miss someone who don't miss you, right?

The worst thing you can do if you miss or need someone is let them know it.

There's solace in the thought that I will never finish missing her.

Sometimes if you want something badly enough, you can make it happen. If you miss someone so desperately that it wrecks your insides, you say their name over and over until you conjure then. It's called sympathetic magic and you just have to believe in it to make it work.

Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious thing in the world.

I mean, it’s stupid to miss someone you didn’t even get along with. But I don’t know, it was nice, you know, having someone you could always fight with.

True love is rare, and it's the only thing that gives life real meaning.

It's weird to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know.

It is loneliness that makes the loudest noise. This is true of men as of dogs.

What happened to goodbye?

We found love in a hopeless place.

People like music when they're in love, but they don't need it as much. You need music when you're missing someone or you're pining for someone or you're forgetting someone or you're trying to process what just happened.

Our plans for the future made us laugh and feel close, but those same plans somehow made anything more than temporary between us seem impossible. It was the first time I'd ever had the feeling of missing someone I was still with.

Father's Day was great, but all the family gatherings brought up my mother's death. Maybe it's me, because I am a wimp. We would get together, but there was someone missing!

I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

First romance, first love, is something so special to all of us, both emotionally and physically, that it touches our lives and enriches them forever.

It’s about misunderstandings between people and places, being disconnected and looking for moments of connection. There are so many moments in life when people don’t say what they mean, when they are just missing each other, waiting to run into each other in a hallway.

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.

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.

...it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.

Sometimes it is the person closest to us who must travel the furthest distance to be our friend.

The worst part of getting close to someone is the part when you have to miss them.

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

I only miss you when I'm breathing.

I have been heart broken. You can't breathe, your eyes are pouring a thousand tears a second and you can't foresee going on with love because you never want to feel this way again. But then you have to look in the mirror and say 'Shut up, eat some ice cream, be by yourself for a while and think about who you are and who you want to be - then, go out and find someone compatible.' A broken heart feels like the worst thing in the whole world, but it really helps you decide what you want and don't want. You learn a lot from a broken heart.

In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.

How can you miss someone who’s right beside you?

What they never tell you about grief is that missing someone is the simple part.

Grief is like a moving river, so that's what I mean by it's always changing. It's a strange thing to say because I'm at heart an optimistic person, but I would say in some ways it just gets worse. It's just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.

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

It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get.

Henry was learning that time apart has a way of creating distance- more than mountains and time zone separating them. Real distance, the kind that makes you ache and stop wondering. Longing so bad that it begins to hurt to care so much.

Missing someone has to be one of the worst human emotions. All the other feelings like anger and fear and horror get some much more airplay, as if their intensity gives them more value, but whereas those emotions come in violent bursts and are gone again, the gnawing ache of loss has to be simply endured. It's like background noise, it's always there, it never goes away. You just have to try to block it out, distract yourself, hope that tomorrow the hole they left behind has grown a little smaller.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

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?

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream, And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.

Ever absent, ever near; Still I see thee, still I hear; Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!

Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?