Quotes About Longing

It occurs to me that maybe desire isn't something overindulging helps. Maybe it is not unlike mithridatism; maybe I took a killing dose when I should have been poisoning myself slowly, one kiss at a time.

I still feel the warm pressure of his fingers against my skin. Something is really wrong with me, to want what i hate, to want someone who despises me, even if he wants me, too. My only comfort is that he doesn't know what i feel.

And yet, what she longed for was for him to slide into bed and put his hand on her shoulder, to tell her he knew she was awake. To say that he loved her desperately and wanted to confess all the things he'd kept from her, and all the reasons for them. It was a childish desire, a wish for the world to not be as it was, for people to act in ways they just didn't. It was the wish of a sucker, ready to be fleeced for everything she had.

I used to wish that Madoc never went looking for those girls, and now all I wish is that we could be together again as we once were.

Let me have everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed, and eternal misery along with it. Let me live on with an ice chard through my heart.

Let me have everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed, and eternal misery along with it. Let me live on with an ice chard through my heart. -Jude Duarte

Cardan draws a sharp breath and then lets it out slowly. 'I'd prefer to live.

Kiss me again," he says, drunk and foolish. "Kiss me until I am sick of it.

Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips." His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone.

I missed you," I whisper against his skin and feel dizzy with the intimacy of the admission, feel more naked than when he could see every inch of me. "In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you." "My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned.

I'm in love with someone, & none of it will go away.The memories bombard me every day.The dreams haunt me every night.

I've always wanted to be a mom.

Thus she spoke; and I longed to embrace my dead mother's ghost. Thrice I tried to clasp her image, and thrice it slipped through my hands, like a shadow, like a dream.

There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover's whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

for she was invaded by a kind of love which every girl has gone through —the love of the unknown, love in its vaguest form,

Here is a perfect poem; to awaken a longing, to nourish it, to develop it, to increase it, to stimulate it – and to gratify it.

Retrouver Paris! savez-vous ce que c'est, ô Parisiens?

O maior amor é o não correspondido. Cresce para aumentar avidez da carne; tortura para valorizar o prazer.

I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.

La ilusión es una memoria convertida en deseo.

Their well-prepared passion had finally reached maturity through that which tends to deaden passions: gratification.

One time I said that you were my soul. And that still goes. You're all the things that I see in a sunset when I'm driving in from the country, the things that I like but can't make poetry of.

My thoughts of longing are like the smoke grass, That grows always in profusion, winter or spring!