Quotes About Longing

Then what is there for you? What is there for you if he does not love you?" Nothing.

Now that all the beauty of my old life is gone, I crave it like good. A beautiful thing like this rose: I almost want to eat it, to swallow it whole to replace the beauty I've lost.

She leans against me, head against my shoulders, and in that second, I know, against the lights and the bright and the heat and the gray, I really want to kiss her.

I knew something about loneliness, knew what it was to sit in my room, checking my phone for texts that never came, logging onto Facebook to see other people's statuses, happy statuses indicating their lives had gone on while mine hadn't.

Sometimes you wonder when your handsome prince is going to show up and rescue you.

Cette fleur parfaite, j'ai presque envie de la manger, de l'avaler pour remplacer la beauté que j'ai perdue.

You shouldn't miss people who don't miss you...

To see Kyle, to wave to him, like getting off at the 79th street station, near where Kyle lives, instead of going all the way to the Lincoln Center station near school, so I can grab coffee and watch him walk by before I, too, walk on to Tuttle, about fifty feet behind him.

I can't go back and wait and wait...if [he] isn't going to come.

You'll leave. And then one day you'll come back, and everything that you once loved about the place will drive you a little bit crazy.

You'll leave. And then one day you'll come back, and everything you used to love about the place will drive you a little bit crazy.

It's like this - because I travel so much, I crave certain foods or certain things, like from certain places that I've been.

He was in her thoughts – a deep tender sultry garden.

Poor land, poor land, what do you mean to the heart that moves in me? Poor love, poor love, poor wife of mine, why do you weep so bitterly? (from Retribution book 2, I)

My dearest, tenderest one, I love the star-infused melancholy of your face,

a woman with a lover's impatience with the whole world, a woman who feared when she did not get what she wanted that it meant she was not loved by creation itself; her need for success at seduction was like her need for dinner or breakfast. When

I could stand before him, be in his arms as I was just then, and still be lost to him, some phantom of a desire he cherished more than he cherished me, the woman he claimed to love.

All thirsts are without explanations, as are all loves.

He had said this to me before, and as I heard it, I felt as if I were vanishing into all the other times he had said this to me, returning to a single place where I was always leaving him, and on my return, he was always saying something of this kind.

Man is an animal which, alone among the animals, refuses to be satisfied by the fulfilment of animal desires.

I always feel how necessary you are to me. But when you are absent, I become still more sensible of it and look around in vain for that satisfaction which you alone can bestow.

I'd like to teach you the names of these trees, to confess how much I need to miss you to finish this off.

True love is an intense desire for the presence of its object. God is only ours in reality when we are conscious of His nearness, and that is strange love of Him which is content to pass days without ever setting Him before itself.

The feeling that everyone feels, of a life not lived.