Missing Quotes

“G-Men been tryin’ to snag him for years. It ain’t gonna happen. He’s smart. He’s heartless. He’s ice cold. He’s been a killer since he was twelve. He’s survived much worse than you. And, by the way, don’t think he won’t take out a few Feds if he wants to. You’re just a bunch a shitkickers to him. Who’s gonna arrest him? Huh? Cause it won’t be anyone around here. You boys need to look elsewheres for your glory and medals. That badge you got don’t mean nothin’ on these streets.”
― A.G. Russo, Bangtails, Grifters, and a Liar's Kiss

“Funny how some things work out. I mean, how many pairs of eyes do you look into in a lifetime – hundreds, maybe even thousands? Yet, only one pair of eyes means anything and everything. Who knows why?”
― A.G. Russo, Bangtails, Grifters, and a Liar's Kiss

“Then again, in the early morning hours, when the world outside whispers of slumber, my fingers still trace the outline of a memory. He rests there, in that blind spot between the everyday, when his presence feels most palpable, engraved on the half of the bed that remains unforgivingly empty. What a paradox of loss, this heightened sense of him in the heart of his absence.”
― Aura Biru, We Are Everyone

“On my silent days, I miss you a bit louder "(C.C.Aurel)
And on other days, I miss you deeper”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“Dreamt of you again last night. We were spooning, your arms tight around me. I could feel your breath on my neck, your hand on my hip. Your thoughts in my head. Your soul in my body. Love ripping through me all night like a storm. Desperate heartache ever since. Been telling everyone at the restaurant I have allergies to explain the tears.

...

Miss you like the earth misses rain.”
― Jandy Nelson, When the World Tips Over

“You know it is not the blood but the water of river Hydadpas which flows in my veins and you are the mermaid permanently residing in that water”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“When someone exits your life, you don't die instantly; instead, you begin to perish in pieces.

You no longer catch the scent they wore, and a part of you fades away.
You miss witnessing them change their clothes, another fragment of yourself diminishes, and you yearn for the familiar whispers in those intimate moments, yet all that fills the silence are echoes of your dreams, and so it continues.

Until eventually, you feel nothing, see nothing—just an overwhelming emptiness and a deafening silence”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“I'm going to really miss missing him, I think. I wish I didn't have to forget how great he was in order to feel OK about what's happened. I wish he wasn't a 'was' but an 'is'. I wish he didn't have to be caged up in the past tense.”
― Annie Lord, Notes on Heartbreak

“You quietly slipped into my life, took my hand, and carried me away in a whirlwind of emotions. But then, one day, you just let go, leaving me to spiral out of control until I crashed into a wall. I shattered like glass, and now I'm left walking over the broken pieces, each step reopening the same old wounds. But why?”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“I began to feel I belonged to. Well,
there’s life, and then there’s later.
Maybe it’s myself that I miss.”
― Mary Oliver, Blue Horses

“Some days I don't want to heal.
I just want someone to see the mess
and stay anyway.”
― Chloe Holland Dicks

“I was no longer missing a piece. Jesus had taken all my insufficiencies, washed them away, and filled the very core of my being with His approval. Just like the day that He had given me a clean slate and released me from jail, now He was doing that same thing internally. He was washing away the belief that I was an inadequate failure who was unworthy and incapable of ever changing. He was making me into a new creation and it was going to be a thoroughly delightful process.”
― Michael J Heil, Pursued: God’s relentless pursuit and a drug addict’s journey to finding purpose

“Khizar, I miss you so much that sometimes it becomes difficult for me to remember who am I. It feels as if you are residing inside me and would suddenly come out of me. and shout, "Sappho, what have you done to me? I don't remember who am I. you or me"

And I would look into your eyes and reply, "Khizar, I was going to ask the same question to you; what have you done to me?”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“Should you be gone, I think of others not,
my mind in, like a wife, your spot,
when you’re here, I feel you close,
since one we are, elan of, you just give me dose;
when we are together, the world is for us,
each-other to gaze at, true rapture feeling, plus;
when we’re gone, the world will still be here,
love there will still be, yet others with, that’s clear…”
― Will Advise, На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...

“We will miss no person as much as the person we could have been”
― Luigina Sgarro, IL CONFINE DI GHIACCIO (FANTASY Vulcanici Vol. 1)

“Everyone lives a half-life, the other half is always in someone else's heart.

Please take good care of your heart as it is my other half”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“an immeasurable tragedy:

I will love you for the rest of my life
and
you will not be here for any of it.”
― Chloe Frayne

“Your hand
is no longer
entwined with mine,
but at night
I can feel your fingers
resting amongst mine,
like a ghost finally
answering the call
to come home.”
― Edward Lee

“In the quiet of my soul, where silent whispers dwell,
Your name, a sacred verse, in every beat it swells.
A vision of you, like a gentle breeze,
through my thoughts does play,

A fleeting comfort in my longing, as night turns to day.
With every dawn, your image, like the sun, does rise,
Casting shadows of my yearning, under the vast skies.”
― Grey Valley, The Book of Poems: Verses of the Heart

“But we cannot sit and stare at our wounds forever; instead, we must strive to deepen them and allow them to bleed freely to alleviate the pain”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“Iram, biram, brendon, bo,
Where did all the children go?
They went to the east. They went to the west.
They went where the cuckoo has its nest.”
― Alan Garner, Treacle Walker

“On days like this I miss you dearly
Just something about the day
The weather
And the atmosphere
My feelings overwhelm me
Every time I try to forget you
Then I realise I could never feel for anyone else the way I feel for you
And then
I miss you
Wishing for sight of you”
― Kabashe Pillay

“When you miss someone, your imagination often paints a picture more beautiful than reality.”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“Even though they are far away, all my friends and loved ones dwell in my eyes and beat in my heart. I remember them; I miss them.”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“She missed the sun.”
― H.C. Roberts, Harp and the Lyre: Exchange

“You came into my life without knocking, like an unexpected breeze on a quiet evening, and left it without a goodbye, leaving behind a void I will carry in my heart for the rest of my life.”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“I realized at the wrong time, in the wrong life.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“Perhaps

Perhaps, one day, we’ll cross each other’s path,
Not by design, but some strange twist of fate.
You’ll glance, and I will feel the world go still.
Your eyes will find mine—soft, unreadable—
And in that gaze, my chest will tighten fast,
A fluttered breath I cannot hold inside.

I’ll wonder then, do you still see through me?
That way you did, as if my soul were glass,
No secrets veiled, no walls I’d ever built—
As though my silence whispered all to you.
I’ll stand there, caught between what was and is,
A moment wrapped in quiet, aching heat.

Old feelings, like a tide, will rise again,
Beyond the grasp of reason or of will.
I will not move, nor will I turn away,
And yet, I will not speak. I’ll let it pass.

But I won’t cry—not there, not in your sight.
The tears, if any come, will wait till dusk,
Or till the echo fades within my chest.
I’ll walk away, alone, but not the same—
Still holding something wordless, undefined.
A hope, perhaps? Or just the ghost of it.”
― Shahid Hussain Raja

“Whatever the north was, I miss it.
My life since has grown thick without it.”
― Diane Seuss

“Every piece of me loves every piece of you,
But I am afraid…
Some pieces are missing in you,
gaps where love should rest,

No matter how much of myself I give.
My hands slip through those empty spaces,
And I wonder—
Can love be whole
When parts of you are lost?
even to yourself?”
― Shahid Hussain Raja