#missing

I could’ve sworn I was telling the truth when I told you I didn’t miss you. ↗

— pleasefindthis

#endings #love #missing-someone #relationships #love

But there was still something missing. Something that nagged at her-an emptiness she couldn't explain. There were mornings she woke with her heart pounding wildly and the sensation of arms wrapped around her. But the feeling slipped away the moment she opened her eyes, and no matter how quickly she squeezed them shut, she couldn't recapture the contentment she'd felt. ↗

— Kirsten Miller

#missing #soul-mates #love

Why is it that everyone loves to see the rich person get flushed down the toilet? Why is it people will spend four dollars to buy a magazine just so they can read about some Hollywood star's divorce? Or arrest? Or bad luck? I have no idea what Hollywood crimes have actually been told truthfully, but at least I have the brains to say I don't know. ↗

— Carol Plum-Ucci

#love

Nothing is in the middle of somewhere, surrounded by everything, where everyone is someplace, and still lacking the someone, I need most. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#everyone #everything #lacking #lost #missing

So, do I think I'm missing something? I really don't, and I think that comes with age. ↗

— Jami Gertz

#comes #i #i think #missing #really

A careful inspection showed them that, even if they succeeded in righting it by themselves, the cart would travel no longer. The axles were in a hopeless state, and the missing wheel was shattered into pieces. ↗

— Kenneth Grahame

#cart #even #hopeless #inspection #into

If I had nine of my fingers missing I wouldn't type any slower. ↗

— Mitch Hedberg

#fingers #had #i #missing #nine

I experienced a lot, and achieved nearly everything I wanted. I can enjoy that today. Go to bed at nine in the evening, because my child wakes up around seven, without having the feeling that I missed or are missing something. ↗

— Thomas Kretschmann

#around #because #bed #child #enjoy

When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time - the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades away from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes - when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever - there comes another day, and another specifically missing part. ↗

— John Irving

#grief #missing #death

Anyway, it doesn't matter how much, how often, or how closely you keep an eye on things because you can't control it. Sometimes things and people just go. Just like that. ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#control