missing

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
25bdcec	To be alive is to be missing.	john-green life missing page-281 turtles-all-the-way-down	John Green
2c6af25	I wonder how much of the day I spend just callin' after you.	love missing	Harper Lee
9bccc98	He tried to tell me week after week to accept things as they were and move on with my life. But if there was one man who had put his life on hold to wait for something or someone, it was him.	love missing waiting	Cecelia Ahern
abb2e37	...there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.	missing relationships	Robin McKinley
ad1f3e8	You can never love people as much as you miss them.	love missing	John Green
1570beb	...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.	lonely lonely-people missing missing-someone missing-you	David Mitchell
f32cbd5	And now she was colder by the hour, more dead with every breath I took. I thought: That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him the world run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.	fear lost-love missing sudden	John Green
28cf1c6	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 shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered--not uttered till; when the hush came, some could not feel it: till, when the sun returned, his light was night to some!	emmanuel lost-at-sea love missing storm villette waiting	Charlotte Brontë
ff48372	Max. God, but she was stubborn. And tough. And closed in. Closed off. Except when she was holding Angel, or ruffling the Gasman's hair, or pushing something closer to Iggy's hand so he could find it easily without knowing anyone had helped him. Or when she was trying to untangle Nudge's mane of hair. Or-sometimes-when she was looking at Fang. He shifted on the hard ground, a half-dozen flashes of memory cycling through his brain. Max looking at him and laughing. Max leaping off a cliff, snapping out her wings, flying off, so incredibly powerful and graceful that it took his breath away. Max punching someone's lights out, her face like stone. Max kissing that weiner Sam on Anne's front porch. Gritting his teeth, Fang rolled onto his side. Max kissing him on the beach, after Ari had kicked Fang's butt. Just now, her mouth soft under his. He wished she were here, if not next to him, then somewhere in the cave, so he could hear her breathing. It was going to be hard to sleep without that tonight.	fang friendship-and-love jealousy love max missing need needing otp otpotptoptop-i-just-can-t remembering wings-and-flying	James Patterson
e341a0d	shyy'an fshyy'an 'khdh Gybk wkhsrt 'khr~ fy Hyty bltHwl l~ Hnyn `dhb	missing	Isabel Allende
efd305b	Alford, Massachusetts: Mandy stood there with her old Nikon film camera, snapping photo after photo of the rural landscape. It was difficult to describe the wonderful feeling of there not being a single cell phone in sight; the only modern technology around was the faint blue glow of a cathode ray tube television in the window of a nearby house, and a few cars and trucks parked in crumbling gravel driveways. She was allowed to see this place, one that would likely be ruined by the 21st century as time went on... places like these were extremely hard to find these days. A world of wood-burning cookstoves and the waxy smell of Paraffin, laundry hung out to dry, rusty steel bridges over streams that reflected the bright blue skies, apple pies left out on windowsills... a world of hard work with very little to show for it aside from the sunlight beaming down on a proud community. And Mandy wanted to trap it all in her Kodak film rolls and rescue it from the future.	cell-phone cook-stove country digital earth farm film future glow grim kodachrome kodak laundry love massachusetts missing nikon nostalgic past peace photography pie small-town television texting traditional	Rebecca McNutt
3a16830	Dad will come back,' said Charlie quietly. When Mrs Bone turned to him, she didn't look sad at all, in fact she was smiling. 'You know, Charlie, I'm beginning to believe you,' she said. 'After what happened to Henry, I can believe almost anything.	charlie-bone determination father henry impossible missing mother mr-pilgrim saddness	Jenny Nimmo
3295039	But truthfully? Let me tell you what I honestly think. I think, maybe he hasn't even noticed that I'm gone. But. I have.	life missing	Aimee Bender
9da47f1	But he couldn't feel self-pity in the face of the memorial. He hadn't lost nearly enough as these children, who'd lost their homeland and, in many cases,their whole families. Perhaps they had gained something, too, though. They had at least escaped the concentration camps, been taken in by good, caring families, and had grown up to live their lives in relative freedom.	detective human-trafficking inspector-banks missing murder-mystery peter-robinson strange-affair suspense-thriller	Peter Robinson
0795283	Where would tourism be without a little luxury and a taste of night life? There were several cities on Deanna, all moderate in size, but the largest was the capital, Atro City. For the connoisseur of fast-foods, Albrechts' famous hotdogs and coldcats were sold fresh from his stall (Albrecht's Takeaways) on Lupini Square. For the sake of his own mental health he had temporarily removed Hot Stuff Blend from the menu. The city was home to Atro City University, which taught everything from algebra and make-up application to advanced stamp collecting; and it was also home to the planet-famous bounty hunter - Beck the Badfeller. Beck was a legend in his own lifetime. If Deanna had any folklore, then Beck the Badfeller was one of its main features. He was the local version of Robin Hood, the Davy Crockett of Deanna. The Local rumor mill had it he was so good he could find the missing day in a leap year. Once, so the story goes, he even found a missing sock.	all and application atro badfeller beck blend bounty capital city coldcats collecting crockett davy deanna everything fast-foods features folklore for from goes had he hood life lifetime little local luxury make-up menü mill missing moderate of once planet-famous size sock square stall story taught the there to university was were where year	Christina Engela
29c19f3	Everything comes at a cost to others, most of the time at a cost to ourselves.	missing mystery	Cecelia Ahern
2e53116	Why do bad things happen to good people? Within every bad thing I see good, and, likewise, within every good thing I see bad, however impossible it is to understand it or see it at the time.	missing mystery	Cecelia Ahern
729b85a	"Mitch," he said, "the culture doesn't encourage you to think about such things until you're about to die. We're so wrapped up in egotistical things, career, family, having enough money, meeting the mortgage, getting a new car, fixing the radiator when it breaks - we're involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going. So we don't get into the habit of standing back and looking at our lives and saying, Is this all? Is this all I want? Is something missing?"	die ego encourage life missing reflect think	Mitch Albom

To be alive is to be missing.

john-green life missing page-281 turtles-all-the-way-down

John Green

2c6af25

I wonder how much of the day I spend just callin' after you.

love missing

Harper Lee

9bccc98

He tried to tell me week after week to accept things as they were and move on with my life. But if there was one man who had put his life on hold to wait for something or someone, it was him.

love missing waiting

Cecelia Ahern

abb2e37

...there remained a strange formality between them, and her pleasure in his presence felt too much like missing him had felt during the last week.

missing relationships

Robin McKinley

ad1f3e8

You can never love people as much as you miss them.

love missing

John Green

1570beb

...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.

lonely lonely-people missing missing-someone missing-you

David Mitchell

f32cbd5

And now she was colder by the hour, more dead with every breath I took. I thought: That is the fear: I have lost something important, and I cannot find it, and I need it. It is fear like if someone lost his glasses and went to the glasses store and they told him the world run out of glasses and he would just have to do without.

fear lost-love missing sudden

John Green

28cf1c6

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 shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered--not uttered till; when the hush came, some could not feel it: till, when the sun returned, his light was night to some!

emmanuel lost-at-sea love missing storm villette waiting

Charlotte Brontë

ff48372

Max. God, but she was stubborn. And tough. And closed in. Closed off. Except when she was holding Angel, or ruffling the Gasman's hair, or pushing something closer to Iggy's hand so he could find it easily without knowing anyone had helped him. Or when she was trying to untangle Nudge's mane of hair. Or-sometimes-when she was looking at Fang. He shifted on the hard ground, a half-dozen flashes of memory cycling through his brain. Max looking at him and laughing. Max leaping off a cliff, snapping out her wings, flying off, so incredibly powerful and graceful that it took his breath away. Max punching someone's lights out, her face like stone. Max kissing that weiner Sam on Anne's front porch. Gritting his teeth, Fang rolled onto his side. Max kissing him on the beach, after Ari had kicked Fang's butt. Just now, her mouth soft under his. He wished she were here, if not next to him, then somewhere in the cave, so he could hear her breathing. It was going to be hard to sleep without that tonight.

fang friendship-and-love jealousy love max missing need needing otp otpotptoptop-i-just-can-t remembering wings-and-flying

James Patterson

e341a0d

shyy'an fshyy'an 'khdh Gybk wkhsrt 'khr~ fy Hyty bltHwl l~ Hnyn `dhb

missing

Isabel Allende

efd305b

Alford, Massachusetts: Mandy stood there with her old Nikon film camera, snapping photo after photo of the rural landscape. It was difficult to describe the wonderful feeling of there not being a single cell phone in sight; the only modern technology around was the faint blue glow of a cathode ray tube television in the window of a nearby house, and a few cars and trucks parked in crumbling gravel driveways. She was allowed to see this place, one that would likely be ruined by the 21st century as time went on... places like these were extremely hard to find these days. A world of wood-burning cookstoves and the waxy smell of Paraffin, laundry hung out to dry, rusty steel bridges over streams that reflected the bright blue skies, apple pies left out on windowsills... a world of hard work with very little to show for it aside from the sunlight beaming down on a proud community. And Mandy wanted to trap it all in her Kodak film rolls and rescue it from the future.

cell-phone cook-stove country digital earth farm film future glow grim kodachrome kodak laundry love massachusetts missing nikon nostalgic past peace photography pie small-town television texting traditional

Rebecca McNutt

3a16830

Dad will come back,' said Charlie quietly. When Mrs Bone turned to him, she didn't look sad at all, in fact she was smiling. 'You know, Charlie, I'm beginning to believe you,' she said. 'After what happened to Henry, I can believe almost anything.

charlie-bone determination father henry impossible missing mother mr-pilgrim saddness

Jenny Nimmo

3295039

But truthfully? Let me tell you what I honestly think. I think, maybe he hasn't even noticed that I'm gone. But. I have.

life missing

Aimee Bender

9da47f1

But he couldn't feel self-pity in the face of the memorial. He hadn't lost nearly enough as these children, who'd lost their homeland and, in many cases,their whole families. Perhaps they had gained something, too, though. They had at least escaped the concentration camps, been taken in by good, caring families, and had grown up to live their lives in relative freedom.

detective human-trafficking inspector-banks missing murder-mystery peter-robinson strange-affair suspense-thriller

Peter Robinson

0795283

Where would tourism be without a little luxury and a taste of night life? There were several cities on Deanna, all moderate in size, but the largest was the capital, Atro City. For the connoisseur of fast-foods, Albrechts' famous hotdogs and coldcats were sold fresh from his stall (Albrecht's Takeaways) on Lupini Square. For the sake of his own mental health he had temporarily removed Hot Stuff Blend from the menu. The city was home to Atro City University, which taught everything from algebra and make-up application to advanced stamp collecting; and it was also home to the planet-famous bounty hunter - Beck the Badfeller. Beck was a legend in his own lifetime. If Deanna had any folklore, then Beck the Badfeller was one of its main features. He was the local version of Robin Hood, the Davy Crockett of Deanna. The Local rumor mill had it he was so good he could find the missing day in a leap year. Once, so the story goes, he even found a missing sock.

all and application atro badfeller beck blend bounty capital city coldcats collecting crockett davy deanna everything fast-foods features folklore for from goes had he hood life lifetime little local luxury make-up menü mill missing moderate of once planet-famous size sock square stall story taught the there to university was were where year

Christina Engela

29c19f3

Everything comes at a cost to others, most of the time at a cost to ourselves.

missing mystery

Cecelia Ahern

2e53116

Why do bad things happen to good people? Within every bad thing I see good, and, likewise, within every good thing I see bad, however impossible it is to understand it or see it at the time.

missing mystery

Cecelia Ahern

729b85a

"Mitch," he said, "the culture doesn't encourage you to think about such things until you're about to die. We're so wrapped up in egotistical things, career, family, having enough money, meeting the mortgage, getting a new car, fixing the radiator when it breaks - we're involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going. So we don't get into the habit of standing back and looking at our lives and saying, Is this all? Is this all I want? Is something missing?"

die ego encourage life missing reflect think

Mitch Albom