#missed

It's always great when a defense is able to create turnovers and score. That's something we missed last year. We'd get some turnovers, but we never scored points. ↗

— Nick Ferguson

#always #create #defense #get #great

Nothing is more expensive than a missed opportunity. ↗

— H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

#missed #more #nothing #opportunity #than

I missed New York. Every break I had from the series, I'd fly back to the East Coast just to get back onstage. ↗

— Bebe Neuwirth

#break #coast #east #east coast #every

I could feel it in my bones, how I missed the heat of my country and the love of my family. ↗

— Tony Perez

#could #country #family #feel #heat

Maybe that was the problem," Jacob said softly. "Don't we all need to feel needed? That we'd be missed if we were gone? ↗

— Justina Chen

#missed #needed #beauty

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#life #missed-chances #change

I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed. ↗

— Michael Jordan

#again #almost #been #career #failed

Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment and especially on their children than the unlived life of the parent. ↗

— C.G. Jung

#regrets #life

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#chance

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction--every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#third-wheel #chance