Longing Quotes
And how do you really feel?Like I'll never recover. Like I'll never draw another breath without half of it being a wish for him.
How sad, he thought, that desire found new objects but did not abate, that when it came to longing there was no end.
...and I suddenly feel that Henry is there, incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his hand on me even while it seems to me that Henry is the rain and I am alone and wanting him- Clare
Speaking felt impossible, as contained and enclosed as she was, a longing that went on a loop, a longing for nothing at all.
It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the café, your figure, your dress, that I still see.
There are things that will not have themselves buried and put out of sight, as though they had never been.
Please wait for me. Don't have all the fun now. Don't fill up on other people who aren't me. Don't ruin your appetite.
The RemoteI often think about youwhen I’m lying alone inmy room with my mouthopen and the remotelost somewhere in the bed.
How could I want one thing so much and its exact opposite at the same time?
What, and end up like you? Wistfully recalling a lover from long ago? Please.
The sensation Ihad experienced vanished like smoke from a snuffed candle, leaving behind wisps of namelesslonging.
Love ... was part imagination, its web spun as much in the dark lonely separated evenings of longing as in the shared times together.
And I wanted Jordan, because if he wanted me back it would mean I wasn't ordinary. A guy like him wouldn't settle for that.
I believe that we are arks of the covenant and our true nature is not rage or deceit or terror or logic or craft or even sorrow. It is longing.
I didn't want this dance to end, or Kiggs to let go of my hand. I didn't want him to turn his eyes away, or live any other moment than this one.
The sensation I had experienced vanished like smoke from a snuffed candlem, leaving behind wisps of nameless longing.
What I did not know was how longing could store itself away in the hollows of one's bones and then one day without warning flood out.
you’re gone andyour unfinished poemlies alone on my desk—empty of tears, I only hope it rains today
If i think about us logically, there is no chance for us. But logic doesn't produce magic.
A chaotic mix of emotions churned inside him. Relief. Anger. Longing. She was the last person in the world he wanted to see. She was the only person in the world he wanted to see.
30 cents, two transfers, loveThinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two transfers before discovering that I was alone.
Spirituality is, ultimately, about what we do with that desire. What we do with our longings, both in terms of handling the pain and the hope they bring us, that is our spirituality.
Sometimes what we want lies behind a door our own actions have locked tight.
I miss you like the mismatching sock I can't find. You're out there somewhere.
privation is the cause of appetite
But I love him.""So love him.""But I miss him.""So miss him. Send him love and light every time you think about him, and then drop it.
I gave up hoping...But, still, I would think of him, I would cherish his image in my mind, and treasure every word, look and gesture that memory could retain.
The same thing that had happened with the flowers was happening with my longing: once I held it in my hands, I didn't know where to put it.
Love a girl and she will give you a story to tell, Love a woman and she will give you a novel to pen...
Some people are like swings...They give us an exciting thing to do for a while..Thereafter leave us alone, dizzy and not very far ahead in life...
To feel such a longing for his own life, even as he’s living it—he wonders what that means.
Perhaps it is better not to tell what you wish. if you cannot have it.
We fear what we long for. This is the paradox.
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.
When we parted, on the Boulevard du Montparnasse, I leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek. ‘If you do find paradise, ’ she said, turning to leave, ‘send me a grape.
In the distance, far over there, only the eyes can travel when the body is weary.
Yet my longing for her was like a bad cold that had hung on for years despite my conviction that I was sure to get over it at any moment.
If only they could listen with their hearts & not their minds, maybe then they would understand that often times it's the emotions not spoken that are longing to be heard.
Then he lets go and walks down the path, without another word. He doesn't look back. But I watch him go. I watch him all the way home.
Our stomachs live in towns, " said Mma Potokwani, patting the front of her dress. 'That is where the work is. Our stomachs know that. But our hearts are usually somewhere else.
