Moving On & Missing Home, Family Quotes

I’m from New Jersey. But I went to school in Los Angeles and all across the country. So, I can totally connect with missing home.

We didn’t lose a game at home for two years. What are we missing? We have the product on the field. We’re exciting.

Witnessing the bond between a parent and their little ones firsthand really brought home to me how much I was missing.

If you’re missing three or four limbs, you have special challenges going forward. And the last thing you want is to not be independent in your home.

That said, my kids are at

That said, my kids are at home right now with my husband and I’m missing something important at my daughter’s school which makes me feel sick inside. It’s a lot of balance and a lot of really hard decision making.

I’m home a lot. Because I live in Ireland, we can live under the celebrity radar. I might go missing for a whole year.

I was a psych major in college and I actually owned two white lab rats. I had to train them and I took them home so that’s just kind of missing for me.

We have lost the art of conversation. People are shy and don’t know how to approach other people, and they are missing opportunities for relationships. And no one’s entertaining at home anymore. They’re not having people over for dinner.

I went to the store and bought lady fingers, when I got home I noticed one of the fingers was missing so I went back to the store and the manager was nice enough to give me the finger.

I have had the same person show up in a few cities with flowers. A lovely gentleman who gave me a picture of himself. I came home, gave it to Ian, and said, ‘If I go missing, here’s the guy.’

Obviously, it's tough

Obviously, it’s tough – missing my parents, family in general – but I’m getting used to it. It’s the life, and hopefully I’ll get some time to go home maybe for a week or a bit to catch up on things.

I shoplifted. I was about five years old, and I took a candy from a store. We paid for three of them, but I took four, and I went home and cried. My mom took me back, and I paid for the missing piece.

I returned from my last L.A. visit to find myself tipping the scales like Homer Simpson when he tries to gain enough weight to qualify as disabled to be allowed to work from home. All I was missing was his kaftan and Fat Guy Hat. So, I decided it was time to diet.

We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we’re falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.

The Leftovers’ takes place three years after 2% of the population has gone missing. And it’s about how that changes society. Cults form as a result, and it drastically changes home life for a lot of people, including the Garvey family, which is the family I belong to.

Honestly, I try to forget

Honestly, I try to forget Fashion Week once it’s over. I just want to go home and rest and just forget I even did it. It could drive you crazy! It’s just show after show after show, and you’re missing your family and they feel really far away. You don’t go to sleep. You work for a month.

I don’t feel the pressure and stress of having to be a comic in a club every night. I accomplished a lot of things; I did lot of things, and I don’t feel like I’m missing out when I am home with my son.

I came from a very loving home, had a happy life with no great aspirations, but going to the seminary changed me. There was a chunk of my childhood missing. Once I’d realised it wasn’t for me, I still felt a tremendous pressure to continue for fear of letting everybody down.

Children are my pet cause. I have a foster child in El Salvador, and whenever I’m home, I work for the Adam Walsh Foundation, which finds missing children. I also do some hospital visits and other things for the Make-a-Wish Foundation.

My bedroom was filled with reading material: books salvaged from dustbins, books borrowed from friends, books with missing pages, books found in the street, abandoned, unreadable, torn, scribbled on, unloved, unwanted and dismissed. My bedroom was the Battersea Dogs’ Home of books.