Missing Someone Quotes

You never stop loving someone. You just learn to live without them.

Good-Bye is an easy word to say but try saying it to a friend. If I never knew you, I'd be safe, but half as real, never knowing I could feel.

We found love in a hopeless place.

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

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.

Just because you miss someone doesn't mean you need them back in your life. Missing is just a part of moving on.

Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

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.

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.

Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.

I want you to have big dreams, big goals. I want you to strive to achieve them. But I don't want to see you beating yourself up every time you make a mistake.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

I miss you more than the sun misses the sky at night.

We care. We feel. We think. We do not always miss the absent one. We cannot always come when called. Being friends with a loner requires patience and the wisdom that distance does not mean dislike.

When I miss you, sometimes I listen to music or look at pictures of you, not to remind me of you but to make me feel as if I'm with you. It makes me forget the distance and capture you.

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

That’s the worst way to miss somebody. When they’re right beside you and you miss them anyway.

I'm still here, I'm still alive, I'm still blessed, on my way to my destiny, because the favor of God is on my life.

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

For everything you gain, you lose something.

Missing someone is like hearing a name sung quietly from somewhere behind you. Even after you know no one is there, you keep looking back.

homesickness is just a state of mind for me. i'm always missing someone or someplace or something, i'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. my life has been one long longing.

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

I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons.

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

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

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.

It is said that when you miss someone... then love will come when you meet again... Just like the game of hide and seek, no matter where it hides or even if you can't see it... He must be there waiting somewhere for me...Amid the countless chaos... Just like the sincerest prayers... two people in love will surely meet again.

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

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.

I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.

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

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

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

When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.

When you lose someone, you don't lose them all at once. You lose them in pieces over time.

...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.

Missing you is worse than Pittsburgh.

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.

What happened to goodbye?

You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you'll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away. Every time Eleanor pulled away from Park, she felt the gasping loss of him.

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.

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples.

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.