Feathery dust everywhere surrounds me and as I breathe it in I breathe the scent of your skin, O’ thee I am lovesick and homeless ~

Le mancanze si assomigliano un po’ tutte.

A photo frame with many pictures is the best present ever for a long trip. I can almost feel all those moments..

I know what I’m missing. I know what I have to work on. Coloratura. And I sing sharp sometimes. It happens when I’m nervous.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.

Romantic waves beat deep in my chest of playful untouchable thoughts of you… As dreams are the threads I weave with care the path for you to me…the sky above lagoon with lovely lights, soft...

I can be somebody’s and still be my own.

We stood, holding each other’s faces, memorising every last detail. I was deperate with my own need to capture this last, lingering moment, desperate to forget the horrible sink at the pit of my stomach...

I don’t miss anyone. If I did I would do something about it. Besides, some people come back…in dreams. That’s when they’re honest.

No, I can’t close my eyes without you in my dreams .

Idk what the fuck just happened to us. We used to talk like hell pelhay but now days we act like as if we don’t know each other and there’s some kinda fight between us....

When you avoid going to bed early because you know that if you go, those memories will again make your pillow wet and your eyes swollen.

Remember, your wishes are on the ways God created. If you miss the way, you are automatically missing that great treasure! Be on the way of the Lord and your wishes will meet you at...

I have lit the samovar and poured myself tea in a cup with a few sugar cubes in it, my love is gone and I am all alone singing a melody out of tone ~

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...

Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.

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

I’m always thinking about what I’m missing. Even when I’m happy with what I have.

The seeker might aim to hide too, make sure the person you are waiting for is trustworthy if not there will be no one looking for you.

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...

If he’s alone then somewhere on earth I’m alone too.. We are far but doing the same thing.. Missing the same love and crying for the same reason.. That’s what matters now.

Hasn’t it dawned on your twilight mind,even in the seconds span of a falling star, that you might be missing something more than your sleep?

They put chains on me; they chained my waist, my legs. Put me in the back of a squad car, and I literally blacked out. I didn’t even – there’s whole pieces missing.

I think to be a supermodel you first had to be a model, and I think people are jumping and missing that stage.

Does it go away?” she asks. “Missing each other?” I think about how much I missed Maman. I still do, though it isn´t as acute as it once was. “A little bit,” I whisper.”Enough so...

And one day they tell you that love doesn’t exist between you two. And you start blaming yourself even after knowing that you’ve been cheated on.

I’d like to file a missing person’s report—on my clone. It’s nearly 2012. He should have been here by now.

Ah, ya, omong-omong, aku sangat merindukanmu. Apa kau merindukanku juga, mmm?

His absence is so big it’s like he’s there.

I hate the thought of someone never being missed,’ said Ianto sadly. ‘It’s the ultimate humiliation, surely. So unimportant in life that no one even notices when you die.

I’m very resilient. The only thing I’m missing right now are abs.

…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.

I want to go back to the tell-me-again times when I slept in her bed and we were everything together. When I was everything to her. Everything she needed.

You lose a wallet or keys or something and you notice in a second, but your life can go missing and you don’t even know it.

Not a single night has passed without your thoughts, I think some ppl are not meant to be together physically but what I know for sure is that I have loved a most beautiful soul...

I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting...

Dark hair on a white pillow, an ache inside, his face a reflection in her eye.

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...

Usually time alters and affects everything, but when someone you love dies time cannot change that, no amount of time will ever change that, so time stops having any meaning.

When your mind says “Forget them” but your heart knows that you can’t.

If the portraits of our absent friends are pleasant to us, which renew our memory of them and relieve our regret for their absence by a false and empty consolation, how much more pleasant are...

These were the things we would never notice were missing.

I had a dream that I had no haters…I woke up missing them.

One thing I will surely miss is that I couldn’t read all the good books in this lifetime.

Every single time you crossed over for me and met me on my side. I realize now, I don’t think I ever met you in the middle. And I don’t think I ever once said...

I liked a lot of the things other people liked – Jimi Hendrix, The Beatles, Van Halen, AC/DC – but if I compared it to my dad’s music, there just seemed to be elements missing.

Life without Ethan was something worse than a nightmare.It was real.So real that I refused to believe it.

MISS YOU WILL MISS ME IF YOU, MISS UNDERSTAND ME

What’s wrong with people?” she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. “Were they born with parts missing or did it fall out somewhere along the way?

The absence of a message sometimes is a presence of one.