Missing Person Quotes

“The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.”
― John Green, Paper Towns

“The fourth man in the terrorist team was Conor Lenihan. Conor had been born in Catholic Belfast and brought up in the sectarian ways of his peers.”
― Michael Parker, The Eagle's Covenant

“Joanna had finally identified the terrorist who had kidnapped her son.”
― Michael Parker, The Eagle's Covenant

“I'm comming to You.
You are blazing.
I'm giving You a rose.
It embalms sweet.
I'm givin a kiss...
I melt of You.
I melt and flow with You.
Like an ice in a spring river.
I melt and stay.
Sun will vaporise us.
It will take us up into clouds.
And then we both will fall.
Drop by drop.
We'll fall out of the sky.
We'll raise from dew to fog.
Every sunny warm morning.
We'll let the wind pull us with him.
Cooling our selves in forest shadows.
There in silence we'll cool off
One from another.
But in stormy days and nights.
We'll billow and crash.
One to another.
Like crazy and wild.
We'll churn into white foam.
Ashore in sands we'll wait
For the yellow october leaves
Into them we'll fall asleep.
We'll fall into and freeze.

We'll freeze and melt again
And flow and raise and fall again.
Over and over again

Even if we were in separete glasses of water.
We would moove together and whisper.
Even if in the oceans mixed.
We would moove together and sing.

I'm comming to You.
You are blazing.
I'm giving You a rose
It embalms sweet.

...

If I'll ever meet You.
I' ll take our time...
To dance dance dance dance with You...”
― Martins Paparde

“How can you stop mourning the missing?”
― Florence Engel Randall, The Watcher in the Woods

“It was best to be pined for when you went missing.”
― Mary O'Connell, Dear Reader: A Novel

“No relatives, no friends, nobody. Doesn't that seem strange to you? Someone disappears and no one gives a damn?”
― Rutu Modan, Exit Wounds

“We thought we'd seen the worst when those girls disappeared, but seeing, and not seeing, is a funny old thing. Even now, I don't know which is crueller in the end.”
― Felicity McLean, The Van Apfel Girls Are Gone

“Chicago was plagued with hundreds and hundreds of unsolved murders and missing persons cases. Lauren knew this was her purgatory, her reason for living to find them and set this right.”
― Cynthia Pelayo, Children of Chicago

“For a moment I breathe softly,
my heart dancing in memories
of your gentle words and touch.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“I wish those who I love them would know and they are there.”
― Nabeel Temraz

“As they walked out the door, Rick said, “You seem to be enjoying this case much more than any of the others.”
She looked up at him with a sober expression and said in a business-like manner, “I enjoy all my cases, Rick. This one isn’t any different.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, sure. Since you feel that way, why don’t I read those letters for you? Then you could work on something else.”
As they stood at the elevator, waiting for it to open, she said, “You wouldn’t be interested. I’m sure of it.”
“But the last case we had, you assigned me to read this guy’s journal. I found it to be quite interesting.”
She glanced at him and saw a knowing grin on his face. “Okay. If you must know, I’m really enjoying this case and the letters are… well…”
“Romantic?” he teased. “Of course, I wouldn’t be interested in something like that. Is that what you think?” He winked at her. “After all, I’m just a guy. Men wouldn’t be interested in a bit of romance. Right?”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, Her Lost Love

“After a moment, Amelia heard Rick humming as he marched down the ramp. It was a familiar tune. She raised a curious brow as she listened to him and then it dawned on her.
“Singing in the Rain!” she exclaimed. “How do you know that song?”
He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “I had sisters. Remember?” And with that statement, he burst into song: “I’m singing in the rain, just singing in the rain. What a glorious feeling’! I’m happy again.”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, Mystery on the Bayou

“You married me for my brains? I can’t believe it.”
He grinned. “Well, among other things.”
“My charming personality?”
He chuckled. “Not exactly. You have the nicest looking legs ever.”
“What?”
“Hey! I can’t help it. I guess I’m just a leg man. Personality comes in second. Brains are third.”
“Brains are third?” she said in mock disappointment.
“So why did you marry me?”
“Hmmm.” Amelia tapped his lips. “Your sweet kisses were the main reason. The rest of you came as a package deal.”
“The rest of me?” he said incredulously. “Well, at least I’m a good kisser. I can live with that.”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, Mystery on the Bayou

“She struggled with all her might, but he was much too heavy and strong.
With a sigh, Amelia finally said, “You win. How can I defend myself in a situation like this?”
“That’s a good question.”
With a satisfied grin, he got to his feet and said, “I’ll show you.”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, Mystery on the Bayou

“After a long while, Rick cleared his throat and pulled over to the side of the road. He then turned to her and said, “Amelia sweetie, a lot of problems are caused because of a lack of communication. When you try to guess what the other is thinking, then that’s when you get into trouble. If we communicate, find time for one another, don’t take each other for granted, and even share responsibilities, it will bring us closer.”
“Share responsibilities?”
He nodded. “Sure. A man who thinks he’s too good to share with the chores needs to reevaluate his relationship with his wife.”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, Mystery on the Bayou

“He strummed a few chords and then sang:
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are gray.
You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don’t take my sunshine away.
Rick sang one more verse, and when he was done, he winked at Amelia and smiled.”
― Linda Weaver Clarke, Mystery on the Bayou

“So many words, but none of them were enough. None of them brought those girls home.”
― Felicity McLean, The Van Apfel Girls Are Gone

“Someone had to be missing a man in a brown suit.”
― Holly Throsby, Cedar Valley

“And then there were his eyes. I couldn’t see him anymore. When I looked at Mitchell, at his black pupils that I swear are brown, there seems to be an emptiness, as if they are eyeballs with no person behind them. It’s like some part of him is lost in sin, or the thousands of parties he has attended, shrooms, or some evil act no soul could recover from.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

“They stop looking. Everyone stops looking.”
― Kat Ellis, Harrow Lake

“Maybe, like me, it's even more than the absence. The silence, maybe - the waiting for the phone call that never comes.”
― Kara Thomas, That Weekend

“Brain knows it's foolish, heart disagrees: Missing the one who left.”
― Vikrant Adams

“Quantum Girl Theory: Once she is gone, a missing girl becomes everything that everyone thinks she might be; our theories create her fate. She's a runaway, she's a maniac, she is bones shrouded in red cloth beneath an evergreen tree. She is a double, triple, quadruple exposure of any lifetime anyone could dream.”
― Erin Kate Ryan, Quantum Girl Theory