Quotes About Longing

And I was there as well," he said. "And for one as old as me it's not so long ago, and it drove us all a little mad and a little sad and left us all with partly broken hearts.

It was like seeking water while in a desert, you just required it and didn't care how you got it.

What's a quick fling in the sack compared to decades of indifference?

Trains had a nostalgic magnetism that was undeniable, even for the many Americans who'd never even been on one.

There's a taste in my mouth and it's no taste at all. - Queen Bitch

If you want it, boys, get it here, thing. - Sweet Thing

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour drinking milk shakes cold and long Smiling and waving and looking so fine don't think you knew you were in this song. - Five Years

I found out something, you know. I discovered that the big things don't love you back. They take and take, and never give in return. They'll drain your blood, your soul, if you let them, and never let go.

perversely, it is often more fun to want something than to have it.

She wanted only tall smooth bottles whose labels spoke of Proof.

the sun would leave my sky if I couldn't assume you'd simply come and tell me you were sad.

Scenery is here. Wish you were beautiful.

This by the way is known as Werther's Axiom, whereby quote The Intensity of a desire D is inversely proportional to the ease of D's gratification. Known also as Romance.

Es muy raro sentir que añoras algo que ni siquiera estás seguro de conocer.

it is often more fun to want something than to have it.

How to keep the seductive ghost of bliss long absconded from baiting you and hooking you and pulling you back out and eating your heart raw and (if you're lucky) eliminating your map for good.

It's weird to feel like you miss someone you're not even sure you know.

It says: 'Scenery is here. Wish you were beautiful.

Hal says, 'In a nutshell, what we're talking about here is loneliness.

With words and tears she has amputated something form me. I gave her the intimate importance of me, and her bus pulled away, leaving something key of mine inside her like the weapon of a bee. All I want to do now is drive very away, to bleed.

She was the kind of fatally pretty and nubile wraithlike figure who glides through the sweaty junior-high corridors of every nocturnal emitter's dreamscape

With words and tears, she has amputated something from me. I gave her the intimate importance of me, and her bus pulled away, leaving something key of mine inside her like the weapon of a bee. All I want to do now is drive very away, to bleed.

Because we ceased long ago to be enough apart for a love to span any distance.

Perversamente, a menudo es más divertido querer algo que poseerlo