I feel myself implode, and all I can think about is how much I miss him. I miss curling into his arms and telling him about my day. I miss knowing he'll always be mine-that no one will ever know me like he does. I miss his lips and his hands. I miss his heart and his soul. I miss every part of him. I feel so empty. Can a person die of emptiness?
I really miss us, Trent.' I swallow. 'I miss how I could tell you everything and how I knew you'd never judge me. I miss how safe I used to feel when you held me. I miss that you knew me better than I knew myself. I miss my best friend so much, ' I add, as a tear rolls over my lashes. 'What we did stole him from me. I want him back.
What do you miss about being alive?" The sound of my mom singing, a little off-key. The way my dad went to all my swim meets and I could hear his whistle when my head was underwater, even if he did yell at me afterward for not trying harder. I miss going to the library. I miss the smell of clothes fresh out of the dryer. I miss diving off the highest board and nailing the landing. I miss waffles" - p. 272.
Laurie Halse Anderson
I miss my father. I miss my grandfather. I miss my home. And I miss my mother. But the thing is, for almost three years, I managed not to miss any of them. And then I spent that one day with that one girl. One day ... It was like she gave me her whole self, and somehow as a result, I gave her more of myself than I even realized there was to give. But then she was gone. And only after I'd been filled up by her, by that day, did I understand how empty I really was.
Normal adult shopping is something I will never actually do, because it's no more possible for me to go shopping like normal adults do than it is for a man with no legs to wake up one day and walk. I can't miss shopping like you'd miss things you once had. I miss it in a different way. I miss it like you would miss a train.
Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don't have to anymore, until you're reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can't anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don't.
When it's all over I won't miss the bruises he gave me to impress girls, or the occasional scar which will give me a story to tell my grandchildren, but I'll definitely miss the pranks and the laughing and all the making fun of each other. I'll miss the funky advice he gives me about everything -- football, girls, video games, clothes. Most of all, I'll miss having an older brother.
I miss the innocence of your childish sweet smile and your gentle, knowing touch. I remember bright and shining, curious eyes and the happy smiles so much. I sometimes think of the noise you made as you playfully chased through the house those days. I miss the things I miss when nothing else moves the pain. I wish I did not miss you so much. I wish... the things I wish... could all be wished away.
Ursula Denise Walker
I can't take not knowing what the next day will bring- the uncertainty is sawing me in two. The room is dark. A flickering candle burns on the window ledge a few feet away. I take a deep breath, which is to say, as deep a breath as I can take. "Are you okay?" Sarah asks. I wrap my arms around her. "I miss you," I say. "You miss me? But I'm right here." "That's the worst way to miss somebody. When they' re right beside you and you miss them anyway.
Miss Taylor says kids that are colored can't go to my school cause they're not smart enough." I come round the counter then. Lift her chin up and smooth back her funny-looking hair. "You think I'm dumb?" "No, " she whispers hard, like she means it so much. She look sorry she said it. "What that tell you about Miss Taylor, then?" She blink, like she listening good. "Means Miss Taylor ain't right all the time, " I say. She hug me around my neck, say, "You're righter than Miss Taylor." I tear up then. My cup is spilling over. Those is new words to me.
Taylor clapped her hands three times for attention. "Ladies! Ladies! My stars! That's enough. Now. We all know Miss Arkansas's girls are fake, miss Ohio's easier than making cereal, and Miss Montana's dress is something my blind meemaw would wear to bingo night. And Miss New Mexico - aren't you from the chill-out state? Maybe you can channel up some new-age-Whole-Foods-incense calm right about now, because we have a big job ahead called staying alive.
YOU GOT YOUR CHIN POINTED DOWN. YEAH, YOU LOOK AT THE GROUND WHEN YOU TALK. AND I'M LISTENING BABE BUT YOU THINK I'M NOT. AND THIS IS TAKING TOO LONG AND WHEN YOU GONE I DON'T THINK I'LL MISS YOU. BUT SOMETHING IN ME, WON'T FORGIVE YOU. AND GIRL, YOU'VE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO. 'CAUSE IT SEEMS THAT YOU MISS ME NOW THAT WE'RE THROUGH. I GOT THIS PROBLEM. AND IT NEVER SLEEPS EVEN WHEN I DO. AND I'M GLAD THAT YOU MISS ME NOW THAT WE'RE THROUGH. AND IT'S LATE IN THE GAME. YOU GOT TO IMPROVE. AND I'M STARTING TO MISS YOU NOW THAT WE'RE THOUGH. AND YOU WAIT FOR THE DAY TO COME AND MAKE USE OF ALL THIS TIME AND YOUR EMPTY LIFE. AND IT'S HOT WHERE YOU LIVE AND YOU HIDE FROM IT AND ALL THE THINGS YOU DID AND THE LIE YOU HID. YOU CAN RUN, RUN, RUN. BUT I'LL BE RUNNING NEXT TO YOU
Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron, ' Sebastian said approvingly. 'Excellent choice.' 'You have read this?' Alexei asked. 'It's not as good as Miss Davenport and the Dark Marquis, of course, but worlds better than Miss Sainsbury and the Mysterious Colonel.' Harry found himself rendered speechless. 'I'm reading Miss Truesdale and the Silent Gentleman right now.' 'Silent?' Harry echoed. 'There is a noticeable lack of dialogue, ' Sebastian confirmed.
Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron," Sebastian said approvingly. "Excellent choice." "You have read this?" Alexei asked. "It's not as good as Miss Davenport and the Dark Marquis, of course, but worlds better than Miss Sainsbury and the Mysterious Colonel." Harry found himself rendered speechless. "I'm reading Miss Truesdale and the Silent Gentleman right now." "Silent?" Harry echoed. "There is a noticeable lack of dialogue," Sebastian confirmed.
Someone asked me the other day if I missed my ex? I didn't understand the question, because what's there to miss.. He lost someone who could have loved him forever, but I lost someone who never did... So the only thing I miss, was the part of me I changed ; in order, for him to love more. How was I so blinded back then... I don't miss him, I missed me.
I'm a good Canadian girl. I miss all that good stuff. I miss tobogganing and I miss snowboarding, but I've also learned to surf and I've become a water baby which I used to be relatively terrified of the water and I kayak all the time now and I'm able to run year round on the beach which you can't obviously do in Canada.
Little miss is taught by her mamma that she must never speak before she is spoken to. On this she sits bridling up her head, looking from one to the other, in hopes of being called to and addressed by the name of pretty miss.... But if this should not happen and no one should take any notice of her, she is ready to cry at the neglect. But should there be another miss in the room caressed and taken notice of whilst she is thus overlooked, it will be impossible for her to contain her tears, and blubbering is the word.
I won't miss having to stand for two hours at 4:30 a.m. and have freezing cold glue applied to my feet. I won't miss two-hour drives to work or long, long, long days sitting in my trailer waiting...waiting...waiting. I won't miss one day off a week. I won't miss glue in my ears. But I would do it all again tomorrow.
Miss Grantham's sense of humour got the better of her at this point, and, tottering towards a chair, she sank into it, exclaiming in tragic accents:'Oh Heavens! I am betrayed!' His lordship blenched; both he and miss Laxton regarded her with guilty dismay. Miss Grantham buried her face in her handkerchief, and uttered one shattering word: 'Wretch!
Love you, ' Xavier said just before he drifted back to sleep. 'Love you more, ' I said playfully. 'Not a chance, ' Xavier said, fully awake now. 'I'm bigger, I can contain more love.' 'I'm smaller, therefore my love particles are more compressed, which means I can fit more in.' Xavier laughed. 'That argument makes no sense. Overruled.' 'I'm just basing it on how much I miss you when you're not around, ' I countered. 'How can you possibly know how much I miss you?' he said. 'Have you got some sort of built-in miss-o-meter that can give us a reading?' 'I'm a girl; of course I have a built-in miss-o-meter.
He and I always think the same things are funny, and that is such a lot; it's dreadful when two people's senses of humour are antagonistic. I don't believe there's any bridging that gulf! And he is--Oh, well! He is just himself, and I miss him, and miss him, and miss him. The whole world seems empty and aching. I hate the moonlight because it's beautiful and he isn't here to see it with me. But maybe you've loved somebody, too, and you know? If you have, I don't need to explain; if you haven't, I can't explain.
How can I judge?" she said at last. "To me, he is a hero. To the world a monster." She let her head fall into her arms and started crying quietly. "I miss him! Curse him! I miss him!" Mithorden put a hand on her shoulder and let her cry for a few minutes. A sad smile slowly spread across his face. "I'm glad you can forgive him, " he said at last. Luthiel lifted her head. "How do you know?" Because you miss him.
Po swirled upward from where it had been sitting, and floated over to the window. "When you go swimming and you put your head under the water," Po said, "and everything is strange and underwater-sounding, and strange and underwater-looking, you don't miss the air do you? You don't miss the above-water sounds and the above-water look. It's just different." "True." Liesl was quiet for a moment. Then she added, "But I bet you'd miss it if you were drowning. I bet you'd really miss the air then.
Because dead people are just like you and me, they still want things. They look at us all the time, and they miss being alive. We have taste and color and smell and feelings, and they don't have any of those things.They stare at us, they don't miss anything. They really see what's going on, and we hardly ever really see that. We're too busy thinking about things and getting everything wrong, so we miss ninety percent of what's happening.
When i remember your name i know you are my hope. for what ? not for love... 'cause i know you can't love me. but i know you are my hope for... Life. Just remembering your smile... i know you are my world you shaping my world that became like this... you are my story Not to be told, But to remember... i love you and... I miss you now i miss my world i miss your face, your smile and your voice I miss you more than anyone that I've ever met -For Enno Indi WP-
Yulianto Eko P
Unlucky people miss chance opportunities because they are too focused on looking for something else. They go to parties intent on finding their perfect partner, and so miss opportunities to make good friends. They look through the newspaper determined to find certain job advertisements and, as a result, miss other types of jobs. Lucky people are more relaxed and open, and therefore see what is there, rather than just what they are looking for.
I'm one of those pathetic actors who will say yes to every play reading just because I do miss the stage so much. What I really miss about the theater is that in the end, it's yours to give. In television and film, it's yours to do and someone else's to take and someone else's to give. As much as I love television - the biggest luxury of all is to know that you have a job to go to - I do miss that connection and having that power over my own performance on stage.
A great man once wrote, "Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire." If only I were as eloquent as Mr. de la Rochefoucauld...I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. And I want you. And I need your kiss. And your touch on my skin like a man needs water. Always.
I miss you more than Michael Bay missed the mark When he made Pearl Harbor. I miss you more than that movie missed the point And that's an awful lot, girl. And now, now you've gone away And all I'm trying to say, is: Pearl Harbor sucked and I miss you. I need you like Ben Affleck needs acting school He was terrible in that film. I need you like Cuba Gooding needed a bigger part He's way better than Ben Affleck. And now, all I can think about is your smile and that shitty movie, too. Pearl Harbor sucked and I miss you. Why does Michael Bay get to keep on making movies? I guess Pearl Harbor sucked just a little bit more than I miss you.
Witches are naturally nosy, ' said Miss Tick, standing up. 'Well, I must go. I hope we shall meet again. I will give you some free advice, though.' 'Will it cost me anything?' 'What? I just said it was free!' said Miss Tick. 'Yes, but my father said that free advice often turns out to be expensive, ' said Tiffany. Miss Tick sniffed. 'You could say this advice is priceless, ' she said, 'Are you listening?' 'Yes, ' said Tiffany. 'Good. Now... if you trust in yourself... ' 'Yes?' '... and believe in your dreams... ' 'Yes?' '... and follow your star... ' Miss Tick went on. 'Yes?' '... you'll still be beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy. Goodbye.
I think of Milan every day, really. I was really happy at Milanello. I love the team, the staff, everybody who works there. I love the fans. I miss Milan badly, I miss Italy. I don't miss a single [Milan] game, and I don't understand those that say that Calcio is in difficulty. It's so competitive and complete.
What a situation!' cried Miss Squeers; '... What is the reason that men fall in love with me, whether I like it or not, and desert their chosen intendeds for my sake?' 'Because they can't help it, miss, ' replied the girl; 'the reason's plain.' (If Miss Squeers were the reason, it was very plain.)
You hardly know me and yet you invited me out on a date, ' said Miss Dearheart. 'Why?' Because you called me a phoney, Moist thought. You saw through me straight away. Because you didn't nail my head to the door with your crossbow. Because you have no small talk. Because I'd like to get to know you better, even though it would be like smooching an ashtray. Because I wonder if you could put into the rest of your life the passion you put into smoking a cigarette. In defiance of Miss Maccalariat I'd like to commit hanky-panky with you, Miss Adora Belle Dearheart... well, certainly hanky, and possibly panky when we get to know one another better. I'd like to know as much about your soul as you know about mine... He said: 'Because I hardly know you.' 'If it comes to that, I hardly know you, either, ' said Miss Dearheart. 'I'm rather banking on that, ' said Moist. This got a smile. 'Smooth answer. Slick. Where are we really eating tonight?
The state calls Paul Winthrop to the stand." ... Paul answered the opening questions briefly, weighing his words, his eyes on Julia's. "Would you tell the court the nature of your relationship with Miss Summers?" "I'm in love with Miss Summers." The faintest of smiles touched his lips. "Completely in love with Miss Summers.
When I fell in love; I remained the same person; I was before love. In fact I came to know who I am, when in love. But to my surprise, falling out of love was different. I was no more 'Me'. I knew and I used to believe that you don't make love; In fact its' love that makes you. But love sometimes breaks you, and that too in the finest parts. Even if you try to gather those parts and make a 'new of you', it will always be 'a new of you' not 'the same you'. so I don't say I miss him or I miss my lost love but for sure I miss 'Me'.I miss the person I used to be when in love: Main source