121 Missing Someone quotes

It’s better for people to miss you than to have seen too much of you.

Missing someone and not being able to see them is the worst feeling ever.

It’s strange how many ways there are to miss someone. You miss the things they did and who they were, but you also miss who you were to them.

No matter where you go, you will always be in my heart.

And they can’t understand what hurts more—missing the other person or pretending not to.

When we miss someone, often, what we really miss is the part of us that this someone awakens.

I wish I had done everything on Earth with you.

I miss you in ways that not even words can understand.

It is lonely here, and I miss your light.

In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.

It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.

I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone; you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

I miss you in waves, and tonight I’m drowning.

How strange to dream of you even when I am wide awake.

If you want someone to miss you, go secretly and spray your fragrance somewhere.

If you die alone, the people you love will miss you, or if they die, you miss them – the sorrow is inevitable. When you truly love someone, the thought of losing them forever is horrible.

A key to keeping your husband is getting him to miss you.

Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you’re gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold.

You know someone is very special to you when days just don’t seem right without them.

Missing someone is a part of loving them. If you’re never apart, you’ll never really know how strong your love is.

Perhaps one day we will meet again as characters in a different story; may we share a lifetime then.

When something you love gets taken away, it hurts you.

The air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy.

I left the light in my heart on in case you ever wanted to come back home.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

The pain of missing you is a beautiful reminder of the joy of loving you.

Grief is never something you get over. You don’t wake up one morning and say, ‘I’ve conquered that; now I’m moving on.’ It’s something that walks beside you every day.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Every healthy human being grieves in their own way and at their own time.

Remembering our loved ones is breathing life into their fading images, that we might once more see their faces and pass along a tearful “I miss you.

What we once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, for all that we love deeply becomes part of us.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief – But the pain of grief is only a shadow when compared with the pain of never risking love.

Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates.

Grief can’t be shared. Everyone carries it alone.

There is no cure for grief which time does not lessen and soften.

Grief is like mending a knee. You can mend the knee and make it function, but the knee never actually heals.

People in grief need someone to walk with them without judging them.

While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates.

Grief and loss happen to everyone. We’ve all felt misunderstood during times of great pain.

Grief is like a moving river, so that’s what I mean by it’s always changing. It’s a strange thing to say because I’m, at heart, an optimistic person, but I would say, in some ways, it just gets worse. It’s just that the more time that passes, the more you miss someone.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

I wish for you the wisdom to realize that it’s okay to miss something, but not want it back.

People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.

Relationships are eternal. The ‘separation’ is another chapter in the relationship. Often, letting go of the old form of the relationship becomes a lesson in pure love much deeper than any would have learned had the couple stayed together.

Letting go helps us to live in a more peaceful state of mind and helps restore our balance. It allows others to be responsible for themselves and for us to take our hands off situations that do not belong to us. This frees us from unnecessary stress.

Nothing in the universe can stop you from letting go and starting over.

I suppose the things that you always take for granted, that you don’t even notice, are what you miss the most.

For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.

You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

That’s the worst way to miss somebody. When they’re right beside you, and you miss them anyway.

But nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.

Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds its way back to you.

The worst thing you can do if you miss or need someone is let them know it.

No, I don’t miss you… Not in a way that one is missed. But I think of you. Sometimes. In the way that one might think of the summer sunshine. On a winter night…

How you can already miss someone when you are in the same room with them, I have no idea. But I do.

His eyes missed her as much as the rest of him.

I missed her, the idea of her.

It’s wild to miss someone so much, and yet in order to care for them, you have to constantly say goodbye.

But as the years passed, he missed her more, not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.

There’s solace in the thought that I will never finish missing her.

I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you were; that day, that night, that life.

She sits there and feels the loneliness and the lack of him.

I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror, I see him. I try not to look at myself too much.

Have you loved someone so deep in your heart, you wanted to keep them hidden & all to yourself?

I missed Eve so much I couldn’t be a human anymore and feel the pain that humans feel. I had to be an animal again.

There’s not a day that goes by without me thinking of you, dying, in someone else’s arms.

Missing someone enlightens how the person means to you and broadens the feelings shared.

I would remember how I had wanted her and hated her and wished she would leave me alone and never let me go. And I would miss her.

I wonder if that’s just how it feels to miss somebody so bad – like being stabbed in the gut a little bit, each time you think of them.

When you miss someone, you crumble in pieces with love; when you miss someone, you have a need to show it.

They say hope springs eternal; my hope in this empty place is for that to be true. Though I cannot bear the emptiness that comes from missing you.

Life has been good, and life has been miserable, but life without you would be no life at all.

You dance in my mind throughout the day, and I struggle to sleep at night because of you. I miss you.

Her wild side. Her soft side. I missed everything.

There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from where they are and hug them for real.

I hope you are dancing with the angels and watching over us. I miss you, and forever will you be in our hearts.

I am continually thinking about you, and I miss you very much. Oh, when shall we meet again?

Missing you is one of the highlights of my existence.

I’m really learning what it is to truly miss someone.

When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I’m falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.

You never stop loving someone. You just learn to live without them.

Missing you is flashes of our past and fantasies of our future with the hard irony of the absence of our present as present occurs.

Missing someone, they say, is self-centered. I self-center you more than ever.

I think part of me doesn’t want to remember him, for fear of missing him too much.

Must I wonder if your thoughts are of me? If you are missing me, wanting me, creating heartbeats and poet-less words for me?

If you never left again, I would still spend the rest of my life missing you.

My world is thinning, and it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

Missing someone doesn’t always mean you need to have them back in your life. Sometimes you just feel their absence in the present.

Whenever I am missing you, I also remember how fortunate I was that you were in my life. I wouldn’t trade those moments for the world.

It may happen that we miss the people we took care of more than we miss those who took care of us because the desire to love and the search for meaning are stronger than the desire to be loved.

When you miss your loved one, remember the beautiful moments you’ve had with them. And when your heart swells, cuddle your pillow and let your tears soothe the pain.

Poets use countless words to describe their pain, but I only need three: I miss you.

You are the someone in my life whom I will miss always!

Missing someone is the same as breathing, I suppose. It continues until the end.

I miss him for all the things he forgot to see in himself, and If I’m lucky fate will help us rekindle a flame that never got set alight in the first place.

You’ll fight. You’ll die. And I’ll miss you.

As a child, I was very careful not to erase my mother’s writing on the chalkboard because I would miss her.

Missing someone is the reverberating echo of everything beautiful about her—her laugh, her song, her touch, her smell, the power of her words, and the constant shadow that lingers on as her perfect image in your memory.

What a wonderful sadness to miss the one you have loved forever, it seems, and know that she is waiting at home.

I miss you. A little too much, a little too often, and a little more every day.

I miss you like hell.

The thing that hurts the most is not being able to see you again. I miss you.

The worst thing about missing you is that I can’t do anything about it.

That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.

The worst part of getting close to someone is the part when you have to miss them.

It’s weird to feel like you miss someone you’re not even sure you know.

Just because you miss someone doesn’t mean you need them back in your life. Missing is just a part of moving on.

Memories of our loved ones often bring us comfort and sustain us.

Live their years along with your own, and feel their presence as you do so.

They left this earth much too soon. I will always love you, and I believe that you two are together smiling down on me.

To miss is not to suffer, but is to end suffering. Missing is the essence of need. It’s good to miss and be missed. That means you exist. Now you just have to also… Live.

I miss you every moment, and, oh, the pangs of my conscience, and the agony I endure! The future is hopeless without you. Why was it?

Yes, the nights are the worse part in missing you. Too much time and not enough to keep me occupied. So my thoughts travel to you, to missing you.

Every day there will be a mixture of happy miss-you feelings, and I’m proud to say that. I’m not changing for anyone; your worth every feeling I have.

You’re the friend I call when I need to cry, but I want to laugh.

Yet, memories of you who stayed with me at my side are inscribed not only in stone but, in the very depths of my being, never to be forgotten.

I miss you badly. I miss you crazily. Whoever I’m with, whatever I do, no matter where I am, I am thinking of you.