Quotes About Longing

Så jækla langt vekke. En plog, noen biler, en temmelig lita dame fra Estland eller Litauen å ta bakfra. I have a dream... Alle mannfolk har et sted hvor de blir forsvarsløse. Ikke rart at jeg bare vil jækla langt vekk, og kjøre plogen, og ta ei dame bakfra og være i fred.

A key to keeping your husband is getting him to miss you. That keeps a marriage fresh.

and if there is a way to find you, I will find you. but will you find me if Neil makes me a tree

What I want is not to want what isn't mine

Gimme peace, love, and a hard cock!

Sometimes I breathe you in and I know you know.

The most important thing, thought Edith, is what happens to a person when they see mountains. The most important thing is probably always precisely the thing you can't have. That's where all the happiness is

All his life Snufkin had longed to pull down notices that asked him not to do things he liked to do.

He did not confuse what he longed for with his gratitude for what he had. Extreme desires have their own sanctuary.

A great sadness gripped her. It can be sad having a friend you've admired too much and seen too rarely and told too many things that you should have kept to yourself.

Kocham granice. Sierpie? jest granic? mi?dzy latem a jesieni?; to najpi?kniejszy miesi?c, jaki znam. Zmierzch jest granic? mi?dzy dniem i noc?, a brzeg jest granic? pomi?dzy morzem a l?dem. Granica jest t?sknot?: kiedy oboje s? zakochani, ale wci?? nie wypowiedzieli ani s?owa. Granic? jest bycie w drodze.

Det är underligt med vägar och floder, funderade Sniff, man ser dem gå förbi och får en hemsk lust att vara nån annanstans. Att följa med och se var de slutar ...

Somewhere on the other side of it all is Snufkin,' Moomintroll said to himself. 'He's sitting somewhere in the sun, peeling an orange. If I only knew that he knew that I'm climbing these mountains for his sake, then I could do it. But all alone I'll never manage it.

The garnets would have gone in the rucksack," said Sniff miserably. "You don't need hands for that. It's not the same thing at all just looking at them. I want to touch them and know they're mine.

Er hatte hundert Nächte und hundert Tage geschlafen, und jetzt wimmelten die Träume noch um ihn herum und wollten ihn wieder in den Schlaf zurückziehen.

I very nearly wished that I had been born a Hatti-fattener under the Hattifatteners' vague and drifting stars, and that no one expected anything else of me than that I also should be drifting along toward an unattainable horizon, never speaking to anyone and never mindful to anything.

Isn't it a nice thing to know that someone's longing for you and waiting and waiting to see you again? (Little Creep to Snufkin)

I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.

Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.

She reached up to push back his thick brown hair and smiled. "I've wanted to do that for a very long time." "I won't tell you what I've wanted to do," he said with a grin. Her eyes widened. "Why, Mr. Barnett, I thought you to be a gentleman." His expression turned mischievous. "I am—that's why I'm not telling you.

She turned and walked away, pausing only a moment at the door to glance over her shoulder. William wanted to think she was looking at him, but he figured she was probably more interested in his friend. William decided to let it drop. There was no telling what Miss Dandridge might be thinking.

Have you missed me too?" She met his gaze, her eyes intensely blue. "If I have, you will find I am not nearly as demonstrative with my affection as Burr.

He captured one of her legs, stilling her for a moment so he could fit his own between hers. Sliding upward, he insinuated his thigh against the part of her that ached the most, then rubbed, her nightgown bunched between her flesh in a way that only increased her craving.

Homesickness could be more painful than a bullet wound