When you finally go back to your old home you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood.

All in all for someone who was immersed in fascinated by and dedicated to flight I was disappointed by the wrinkle in history that had brought me along one generation late. I had missed all the great times and adventures in flight.

Theology made no provision for evolution. The biblical authors had missed the most important revelation of all! Could it be that they were not really privy to the thoughts of God?

I think there's a lot projected on beautiful women period. At least maybe this is just my fear but I do sometimes feel dismissed before I've even been allowed to participate. I have moments of feeling really wounded. But I am pretty optimistic and I do enjoy a lot of my life.

I took a Fear of Flying class and I always missed the class because I was always flying.

I'd had people say 'You'll enjoy being famous for a week and you'll never enjoy it again'. But I don't think I had that week. I may have been working and missed that moment.

I missed my home - like the physicality of my home I missed my friends and my family mostly and just hanging out and being in your home country - culturally it feels right and that is what I miss.

When you experience a failure as a leader don't hide it - talk about it. Your missed opportunity will encourage others to take risks.

Don't be afraid of missing opportunities. Behind every failure is an opportunity somebody wishes they had missed.

The only other time I can recall my dad getting upset at me was when I missed a hockey practice. My parents were away so my buddy and I decided to skip it. I never told my dad about it but he found out from the coach.

I lost my dad way too early and it was agonisingly awful. I missed him so much and I hated knowing that I could never again pick up the phone to tell him about my day.

What is more mortifying than to feel that you have missed the plum for want of courage to shake the tree?

I once bought an old car back after I sold it because I missed it so much and I had forgotten that it never ran. It was a British racing car. You know because I just wanted it back. I could only remember what was good about it.

It took me twenty years to get Steven Parrino's work. From the time I first saw his art in the mid-eighties I almost always dismissed it as mannered Romantic formulaic conceptualist-formalist heavy-metal boy-art abstraction.

At first I missed it but it was the amazing energy thing that happened during shows when a lot of people were like Yay Yay Yeah! I missed that for a while. But I don't miss the regular and the business side of that whole thing.

So when I go home sometimes even when I had an amazing game I always think about what I missed.

My siblings and I were friends with the boys who would become our stepbrothers - we grew up on the same street. I feel very special to have these amazing people in my life and if we hadn't all moved into this big house together I think I would have missed out on that because we would have drifted apart.

I'm glad that my parents missed one thing that was really unbelievable. They saw me hit this great success. It was a blast and we had a lot of laughs. And it was just an amazing time. They passed away. And then after I got you know famous all these haters came out of nowhere.

There was no respect for youth when I was young and now that I am old there is no respect for age I missed it coming and going.