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You can't miss the horror, every moment it__ interesting.

If you sleep on the train, you will miss your station; if you sleep at the station, you will miss your train! You can control your fate only when you are awake!

...there was no point in sighing after what I could not have. It only distracted me from what I did have.

i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone

Every time I am in the dark and a bit of light falls on me, I see a bit of you in my shadows. There is always a bit of you in every song I hear, in every thought I conceive, in every rain that I drench in, in every star that I stare at in the sky every night and in every breeze that touches me.

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 a chosen junction!

When you meet opportunity face to face, there will come all shouts; some are meant to make you miss the chance while others are encouragements from people who are ready to celebrate your winning goal! Whatever it is, you got to strike irrespective of who says what!

God__ word is the way to God himself. If you miss the word of God, you will miss God. Jesus is the word!

For my success I am immensely grateful to God, my parents, my family, my friends, my teachers and to the books I read.

Oh, Mercédès, I have spoken your name with sighs of melancholy, with groans of pain and with the croak of despair. I have spoken it frozen with cold, huddled on the straw of my dungeon. I have spoken it raging with heat and rolling around on the stone floor of my prison. Mercédès, I must have my revenge, because for fourteen years I suffered, fourteen years I wept and cursed. Now, I say to you, Mercédès, I must have my revenge!

I can__ sleep alone anymoreand I get used tocompanytoo quickly. You__e always gone too soon.

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

I never know what to tell them. I mean, there's nothing you can say to make a person stop hurting. Half the time, I just feel like telling them the truth. I'd say that for 3 months, you're going to feel worse than you've ever felt and you cope as best you can. And that after 6 months, the pain isn't so bad, but it still hurts more than you think it will. And even after years, you still find yourself thinking about the person you lost and get sad about it. And you still miss them all the time.

I miss you in the maddening noise of crowd,I hear your laughter at my folly with sweet indifference,I miss you like a frozen tear finding its course,I miss you in your presence inside me,I miss you in the every breath I take.

I miss you in the maddening noise of crowd,I hear your laughter at my folly with sweet indifference,I miss you like a frozen tear finding its course,I miss you in your presence inside me,I miss you in every breath I take.

I miss you so much. Maybe if I say your name over and over again, it will eventually feel wrong to me. Like a word you write too many times suddenly doesn't look right anymore. I will try that.

I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons

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.