Quotes About Longing

Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out of cigarettes.

No rescue boat can save the touches I left bobbing in the wild ocean of your flesh, but if they cut open your heart, like the belly of a shark, dumped its contents on a table—would there be any trace of me?

So all you want is a kiss? I asked. A little voice in my head said I was heading for one of those slippery slopes. I told the little voice to shut up. Well, maybe more than one. But basically, yeah.

It's painful to be the one not chosen," she murmured to Father Ryan, watching the younger pair. "Even when you acknowledge, deep down, that the choice was the right one, it hurts to think that the one you love prefers someone else.

Dreaming is cheap. It doesn't cost a thing. In dreams you don't have to pay the bills or pay the rent. In dreams you can buy a house and be loved back.

I miss you even when you are here

The very next morning Julio, the gardener, walked through the front door and I fell in love. He walked right into my body. He climbed up my ribs and into me. I thought to myself, Say a prayer for ladders. I wanted to smell his neck and place my mouth on his mouth and taste him and hold him. I wanted to smell the smell of garden and grass and palm tree, smell of rose and leaf and lemon flower. I fell in love with the gardener and his name was Julio.

When we walk I hear your footsteps and miss your voice

To have a man kiss you in a women's jail is a gift better than any birthday or Christmas present. It's better than a bouquet of roses. It's better than a warm shower. I could imagine living in this jail for years and living for every workshop day and that male kiss on my cheek. That kiss was rain, sunshine, and the sweet air of outside. Yes. I knew I'd even sit there and glue stupid things onto cardboard sheets just to get that kiss again.

It wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't thought, for just that one night, that there was more.

I don't want to feed my dreams.

We're like everyone else, I guess. We promise that something is forever, when it is really only as long as it takes for us to tire of it. When

I didn't feel anything but a bone-deep weariness. Like I was suddenly a hundred years old, and I knew at that moment I would have to live a hundred more years, carrying my grief around like a backpack full of stones.

I wanted love, the big love, the kind people wrote songs and made movies about. I wanted to be the center of some guy's universe, the only thing he could think about. I wanted to matter that way.

There were things you could be hungry for besides food.

I miss him all the time. I shook my head, disgusted at my own mopiness. It's like being haunted or something. And I don't have the luxury of being haunted right now. I need to think about myself...

He's a great guy, she said ,and he heard her try to sound enthusiastic,like she was selling herself on her soon-to-be-husband's greatness...and then,in a whispered rush, just before she cut the connection,he thought he heard her say,Sometimes I wish it had been you

I wanted love, the big love, the kind people wrote songs and made movies about. I wanted to be the center of some guy's universe, the only thing he could think about. I wanted to matter that way. "Hey!

Sometimes I wish it has been you.

I thought, not for the first time, that maybe it would have been better if he'd just died, a thunderclap heart attack, an artery bursting in his brain, a peaceful exit in the middle of the night, in his own bed, after his favorite meal, with my mom beside him. We'd have mourned, then moved on. This was a slow-motion catastrophe, death by a thousand cuts.

Protect me from what I want.

I don't know how it is, but I am so tired of commonplace happiness and commonplace goals.

She dreamed a thousand dreams of those sunlit regions and was consumed with longing for this other and richer self, forgetting—what is so easily forgotten—that even the fairest dreams and the deepest longings do not add an inch to the stature of the human soul.

Aura, he whispered, I wish I could wipe away just one of your tears. Then I'd feel like a person again. Like I'm something more than a bunch of light.