missing-someone

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.

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

...it__ not just the person who fills a house, it__ their I__l be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.

Despite his attempts to maintain a vigorous structure of errands, golf games, visits, and meetings, there were sometimes days like this one, filled with rain and touched with a gnawing sense of parts missing from life. When the slick mud ran in the flower beds and the clouds smothered the light, he missed his wife.

Very often I realize that the time people spend apart is as important in maintaining relationships as the time they spend together.

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

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

Missing someone is the reverberating echo of everything beautiful about her__er 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.

There should be a little gap between you and your friends, though you'll miss their companionship and you'll also miss their disrespect.

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

When Cash woke up, he knew immediately something was wrong. Even without looking, he knew; Harper was gone, and the space she__ left in the bed ached like a missing limb.

He was like the other half of myself,' says Boris...Ulrich says, 'You haven't lost {him}, you know. I don't know if it helps to say that. I lost a friend once myself, and I know how it goes.'He'll find his way inside you, and you'll carry him onward. Behind your heartbeat, you'll hear another one, faint and out of step. People will say you are speaking his opinons, or your hair has turned like his.'There are no more facts about him -- that part is over. Now is the time for essential things...Gradually you'll grow older than him, and love him as your son.'You'll live astride the line that separates life from death. You'll become experienced in the wisdom of grief. You won't wait until people die to grieve for them; you'll give them their grief while they are still alive, for then judgment falls away, and there remains only the miracle of being.

By day, Ian was like the stars, there but not there. At night was when the beasts of grief came for her.

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

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 my self too much.

There will always be a part of you that misses her. You'll see something that reminds you of her and want to tell her about it, only to realize she's not there anymore. Then you'll feel her loss all over again. (Ravyn) You're not helping me, Ravyn. (Jack)I know, buddy. But you will eventually make peace with yourself, and that's the most important thing. Eventually, you'll even be able to smile again when you think about her. (Ravyn)

I think the purest of souls, those with the most fragile of hearts, must be meant for a short life. They can't be tethered or held in your palm.Just like a sparrow, they light on your porch. Their song might be brief, but how greedy would we be to ask for more? No, you cannot keep a sparrow. You can only hope that as they fly away, they take a little bit of you with them.

Then I think of Charlie and our first New Year__ apart, and how I miss him. I miss him so much, but it__ confusing, because I missed him long before he was dead, and that__ the bitch of it all. I missed him long before he was dead.