Quotes About Longing

I desire only the long ecstasy of wine, And desire not to awaken.

Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I think that it is frost upon the ground. I raise my head and look at the bright moon. I lower my head and think of home.

No one understands now. Those who could hear a song this deeply vanished long ago.

On the surface, I seem to be glad of new people; But doomed to leave old friends behind me, I cry out from my heart for Shin-Fêng wine To melt away my thousand woes.

If you are not tired By love that's expired And the dream's still in sight Receive me tonight!' It's signed : 'A woman unknown to you, alas! And who wishes not to remain so.

Reading a novel was like returning to a once-beloved holiday destination.

She longed to feel something momentous. Sometimes her life seemed so little.

That was the irony: Her mother loved things so much that she had nothing.

We'd traveled, we'd been to lots of parties, lots of movies and concerts, we'd slept in. We'd done all those things that people with children seem to miss so passionately. We didn't want those things anymore. We wanted a baby.

Alice would give anything, anything at all, to be lying in bed with Nick, waiting for a cup of tea. Maybe he got sick of making her cups of tea? Was that it? Had she taken him for granted? Who did she think she was, some sort of princess, lying in bed waiting for cups of tea to be delivered.

You weren't meant to admit, even to yourself, how badly you wanted love. The man was meant to be the icing, not the cake.

when you're starved of something you should receive in abundance, you never quite trust it.

As Jane looked around her, she felt that dissatisfied feeling she often experienced when she was somewhere new and lovely. She couldn't quite articulate it except with the words "if only I were here". This little beachside cafe was so exquisite, she longed to really be there—except, of course, she was there, so it didn't make sense.

It gave me a shock. A sudden shock of indescribable pain, like when you're a kid, and you're hit on the nose with a basketball on a cold morning, and you cannot believe how much it hurts, and your friends all laugh and you want your mother so bad.

There were breakfasts when Nick was away for work. She ate her toast in bed when he was away, relishing the romantic pain of missing him, as if he were a sailor or soldier. It was like enjoying feeling hungry when you knew you'd be having a huge dinner.

worse. She wanted to

Was there anything more attractive than a man who longed for children? Sam cleared his throat.

Desolate' was the most perfectly beautiful word for how she felt. Sometimes

It was nice to hold on to the memories of those fierce, desperate hugs when the hugging stopped.

As Jane looked around her, she felt that dissatisfied feeling she often experienced when she was somewhere new and lovely. She couldn't quite articulate it except with the words If only I were here.

Her brain couldn't seem to catch up with the news. It was like the way she'd kept rolling toward Will last night in her sleep, only to find empty space where he should have been, and then waking up with a jolt.

That was the irony: Her mother loved things so much that she had nothing. Erika

She had forgotten this: the way your senses exploded and your pulse raced, as if you were properly awake after a long sleep. She had forgotten the thrill, the desire, the melting sensation. It just wasn't possible after ten years of marriage. Everyone knew that. It was part of the deal.

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