#missing

How often had she wondered what would have happened if she'd remained with Jonathan? Not often, but regularly over the years. It was impossible not to have imagined that rejected future, a life of many countries, of vast and enduring adventure, of tiny rooms and rental houses. It was the sense of missed opportunity that returned to her, frightening but real, overwhelmingly real. ↗

— Michael Stein

#missing #opportunity #reminiscing #age

If you don't think every day is a good day, just try missing one. ↗

— Cavett Robert

#day #every #every day #good day #just

But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles ↗

— Anna Nalick

#love #missing-you #romance #smile #song-lyrics

I like to see people reunited, maybe that's a silly thing, but what can I say, 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. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#reunited #change

What happened to goodbye? ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#missing-someone #sad-but-true #unexpected-changes #change

All the faces on the photographs have changed, To not confuse it all, the names remain the same ↗

— Antimatter

#friends #home #lyrics #missing #music

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

— Terrell Davis

#championships #league #missing #person #something

What if it's as simple as one moment? One tiny thing, like that kiss on the rocks? What if I'd kissed him a little longer? Would he be alive right now? Or what if I'd stayed with him Friday night, what if I'd been with him… wherever he was? ↗

— Kristina McBride

#grief #missing #what-if #death

No matter how much he talked, she never answered him, but he knew she was still there. He knew it was like the soldiers he had read about. They would have an arm or a leg blown off, and for days, even weeks after it happened, they could still feel the arm itching, the leg itching, the mother calling. ↗

— Pat Cunningham Devoto

#death #loss #missing #mother #sadness

Hope is a horrible thing, you know. It's a plague. It's like walking around with a fishhook in your mouth and someone just keep pulling it and pulling it." STATE OF WONDER ↗

— Ann Patchett

#grief #missing-persons #death