Quotes About Longing

I'm so goddamn horny, the crack of dawn better be careful around me!

Picture in a frame

I put food on the table and roof overhead. But I'd trade it all tomorrow for the highway instead.

Trying to forget someone you loved is like trying to remember someone you never knew.

What we want we can't have and what we have we don't want.

Townshend secretly longed to be rendered irrelevant, but his audience – which stretched further into the new generation than he liked to admit – would not let him go.

I was born into the wrong generation. How I would have loved to have been a dashing young man in the 1930s and 1940s when dance bands and orchestras played at dancehalls, and you could hold your partner close and whisper sweet nothings as you waltzed into her heart.

But where was home for this boy who had hunted heaven?

I don't know what will happen to me without you. Only you. Only you love me. Out of everyone in the world.

When your heart breaks, you should die. But there's still the rest of you. There's your breasts, and your genitals, and they're amazingly stupid, like babies or faithful dogs, they don't get it, they just want him. Want him.

I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.

I did my best Shirley Booth this morning, floppy slippers, housecoat, curlers, can of Little Friskies; "Come back, Little Sheba, come back..." To no avail. Le chat, elle ne reviendra jamais, jamais...

In this world, there is a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead.

We were never visitors here together, you and I. Yet how easy it is for me to find you in this place

you know lovers walked here, felt the rising sun against their upturned faces here, anticipated tomorrow here, just not today.

It's funny. You love something and one day it's suddenly gone or changed or lost forever. But somehow that doesn't stop your loving. Maybe that's how you know it's the real thing.

If you are always craving, always wanting, never satisfied, never happy with what you've got, you end up even more lost and lonely than you do...

What's your name?'Leon said, when waht he meant was - may I love you for ever? And she told him.

Don't you see?" he said. "This could go on for another five years, another ten years, and then where would we be? You want to grow old waiting for something that's never going to happen? Is that what you want?

Yet, it ought to be obvious that good music generally occupies a higher plane that mere politics. Great writers can express moods through melody and capture experiences we share most powerfully - love, lust, longing joy, rage, fear triumph, yearning and confusion.

Being in love with someone who doesn't even know you exist isn't the worst thing in the world. In fact, it's quite the oppostie. Almost like passing in a term paper that you know sucked, but having that period of time where you haven't gotten your grade back yet -- that kind of exhale where you haven't been rejected, although you pretty much know how it's going to turn out.

Porque nadie añora lo que nunca tuvo, ni puede sentirse defraudado por carecer de lo que no conoce.

Det er som en abstinens ikke å få se den man er forelska i. Du kjenner det, fysisk, i hele deg, hvordan du mangler noe essensielt, hvordan det som får deg til å puste, det som får føttene dine til å bevege seg, ikke fins lengre. Alt annet mister betydning. Folk sier det er vanskelig å slutte å røyke. Forsøk å slutte å være forelska når du er det. Det er umulig.

Jeg var bare trist. Jeg var bare skuffa. Vondt i kroppen, verk i hele meg. For Yngve var ikke der til å se meg. Hva kunne være viktigere, tenkte jeg, i min maniske, forelska logikk, enn å være her? Hva, Yngve? Jeg er jo her? Så syk kan du vel ikke være? Faen, hvor er du Yngve, det er jo helg, skal jeg ikke få se deg før mandag nå, da? Jeg er jo bare her for deg. Jeg har jo forandra meg for deg.