Missing You Quotes

“The truth may be better than lies... But it doesn't always set you free.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“We all have our demons. But men? They have them much worse. The world tells them that they are the leaders and great and macho and have to be big and brave and make a lot of money and lead these glamorous lives. But they don’t, do they? Look at the men in this neighborhood. They all worked too many hours. They came home to noisy, demanding homes. Something was always broken they needed to fix. They were always behind on the house payments. Women, we get it. Life is about a certain kind of drudgery. We are taught not to hope or want too much. Men? They never get that.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“Watch out for people who belong in your past. Don’t let ’em back in your life.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“Cherish and take care of what you value. Happiness is fragile. Appreciate every moment and do everything you can to protect it.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“Certain problems cannot be solved if you are constantly entertained and distracted.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“perhaps the greatest lesson was also the simplest: Cherish and take care of what you value. Happiness is fragile. Appreciate every moment and do everything you can to protect it. The rest of life, in a sense, is background noise.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“We all want to convince ourselves that it is about hard work and education and perseverance, but the truth is, life is much more about the fickle and the random. We don’t want to admit it, but we are controlled by luck, by timing, by fate.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“When you’re young, you think you have all the answers. You’re right wing or you’re left wing and the other side is a bunch of idiots. You know. When you get a little older, though, you start to more and more see the grays. Now I understand that true idiots are the ones who are certain they have the answers. It is never that simple. Do you know what I mean?”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“There was a Dana Phelps with a son named Brandon, but they didn’t live on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. The Phelpses resided in a rather tony section of Greenwich, Connecticut. Brandon’s father had been a big-time hedge fund manager. Beaucoup bucks. He died when he was forty-one. The obituary gave no cause of death. Kat looked for a charity—people often requested donations made to a heart disease or cancer or whatever cause—but there was nothing listed.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“Death sucks. Death sucks, mostly because it forces those who stay behind to survive. Death isn’t merciful enough to take you too. Instead, death constantly jams down your throat the awful lesson that life does indeed go on, no matter what.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“You learn a lot about relationships when your job, in some ways, is to break them up. But the truth is, almost every relationship has breaking points. Every relationship has fissures and cracks. That doesn’t mean it’s meaningless or bad or even wrong. We know that everything in our lives is complex and gray. Yet we somehow expect our relationships to never be anything but simple and pure.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“We know that everything in our lives is complex and gray.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“We have this sense of continuity and nostalgia in America, but in truth, every generation runs away from the one before it. Oddly enough, most of the time, they run to someplace better.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“Every relationship has fissures and cracks. That doesn’t mean it’s meaningless or bad or even wrong. We know that everything in our lives is complex and gray. Yet we somehow expect our relationships to never be anything but simple and pure.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“Life, he suspected, hinges too often on chance. We all want to convince ourselves that it is about hard work and education and perseverance, but the truth is, life is much more about the fickle and the random. We don’t want to admit it, but we are controlled by luck, by timing, by fate. In her case, the luck, the”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“Cat fish? "
" A cat fish is a person who pretends to be someone thay're not online, especially in romantic relationships." Her voice was flat, matter-of-fact. She needed that now. She needed to spout facts and figures and definitions and not feel a damn thing. "Someone took your pictures and created an online profile for you and put it on a singles site. Two women who fell for the catfish-you are missing.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“Guys who always shined their shoes were usually self-involved asswipes who figure superficiality trumps substance.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“When you're young, you think you have all the answers. You're right wing or you're left runs and the other side is a bunch of idiots. You know. When you get a little older, though, you start to more and more see the grays. Now I understand that the true idiots are the ones who are certain they have the answers.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“Those who has easy answers, be they on the right or the left, were always wrong. The world is complex. It is never one-size-fits-all.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“I’m paraphrasing, but basically Sherlock warned that you should never theorize before you have the facts because then you twist the facts to suit the theory instead of twisting the theory to suit the facts.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“Kat headed out into the fresh air. She loved New York. Friends tried to get her to see the joys of the woods or the beach and yeah, sure, maybe for a few days, but hiking bored her. Plants, trees, greens, fauna could be interesting, but what was more interesting than faces, outfits, headwear, shoes, storefronts, street vendors, whatever?”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“She began to click through the profiles. You’ve got to be in it to win it, right? Pathetic. Some men could be eliminated with a quick glance at their profile photograph. It was key when you thought about it. The profile portrait each man had painstakingly chosen was, in pretty much every way, the first (very controlled) impression. It thus spoke volumes. So: If you made the conscious choice to wear a fedora, that was an automatic no. If you chose not to wear a shirt, no matter how well built you were, automatic no. If you had a Bluetooth in your ear—gosh, aren’t you important?—automatic no. If you had a soul patch or sported a vest or winked or made hand gestures or chose a tangerine-hued shirt (personal bias) or balanced your sunglasses on top of your head, automatic no, no, no. If your profile name was ManStallion, SexySmile, RichPrettyBoy, LadySatisfier—you get the gist.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“She explained to him her theory that people we now consider “on the spectrum” were, in the past, the geniuses in art, science, and literature, but now, with medications and diagnoses, we flatten them out, make them more uniform, dull their senses.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“In life, you can forgive yourself for a lot, but for reasons that made very little rational sense, it is very hard to forgive yourself for surviving.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“We know that everything in our lives is complex and gray. Yet we somehow expect our relationships to never be anything but simple and pure.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“Genius comes from the unusual,”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“revealing a line of chest hair long enough for a curling iron.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“Seriously, do I look like that much of a loser?” “You look damaged,” Stacy said. “I hate to say it. But the damage . . . it comes off you like some kind of pheromone that douche bags can’t resist.” They both took a sip of their drinks. “So what won’t I like?” Kat asked. Stacy looked back toward Ass Waffle. “I feel bad for him now. Maybe I should throw him a quickie.” “Don’t start.” “What?” Stacy crossed her show-off long legs and smiled at Ass Waffle. He made a face that reminded Kat of a dog left in a car too long. “Do you think this skirt is too short?” “Skirt?” Kat said. “I thought it was a belt.” Stacy liked that. She loved the attention. She loved picking up men, because she thought a one-night stand with her was somehow life changing for them. It was also part of her job. Stacy owned a private investigation”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“I’m not done yet.” Sunglasses coughed into his fist, took out his iPhone, and held it up to Kat. “Hey, babe, congrats—you’ve just moved to the top of my to-do list.” Stacy loved it. Kat said, “What’s your name?” He arched an eyebrow. “Whatever you want it to be, babe.” “How about Ass Waffle?” Kat opened her blazer, showing the weapon on her belt. “I’m going to reach for my gun now, Ass Waffle.” “Damn, woman, are you my new boss?” He pointed to his crotch. “Because you just gave me a raise.” “Go away.” “My love for you is like diarrhea,” Sunglasses said. “I just can’t hold it in.” Kat stared at him, horrified. “Too far?” he said. “Oh man, that’s just gross.” “Yeah, but I bet you never heard it before.” He’d win that bet. “Leave. Now.” “Really?” Stacy was nearly on the floor with laughter. Sunglasses started to turn away. “Wait. Is this a test? Is Ass Waffle, like, a compliment”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You

“Love blinds, yes, bit not nearly as much as wanting to be loved.”
― Harlan Coben, Missing You