Quotes About Longing

Yes, if only this and if only that, we'd all be together and alive forever and everything would work out fine.

Two hundred and sixty miles round-trip, but it was worth it for Drenka's breasts.

Nessuno dei pezzi di musica seria che aveva ascoltato per tutta la vita adulta gli dava la stessa emozione che ora provava ascoltando il vecchio swing: -Quel po' di stoicismo che ho dentro se ne va, e il desiderio di non morire, di non morire mai, si fa quasi insopportabile.

In risposta alla prospettiva di una gratificazione e un accudimento straordinari, la mia insaziabile parte infantile non farà che accrescere la soglia di soddisfazione fino a conseguire di nuovo la sua omeostasi di grave insoddisfazione.

Ma poi un piccolo, silenzioso, educato, profumato, ordinatissimo sistema di nuovi segnali mi ha in qualche modo sparato alla testa. Con le parole e le lacrime lei mi ha amputato qualcosa. Io le avevo donato la mia più intima importanza, e il suo autobus è ripartito, lasciando una qualche parte fondamentale di me dentro di lei come il pungiglione di un'ape. Adesso l'unica cosa che voglio è salire in macchina e andarmene molto lontano, a sanguinare».

May all your dreams come true, save one.

I don't want eternal life. I want a little joy, a large amount of pleasure, and a swift death once I lose the appetite for either.

Fra tutti i dolori che ho conosciuto non ce n'è mai stato nessuno grande come la sofferenza di sapere che esso sarà senza di me, e tuttavia ti ho amata e non cambierei un solo giorno. E se per qualche miracolo mi fosse concesso di tornare al passato e di corteggiarti di nuovo, lo rifarei anche avendo la certezza che tutto finirà ancora nello stesso modo.

He told himself he had never felt so happy, and he felt a sort of ache that this was happening and would never again happen in just this way no matter how long he lived.

Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.

Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you

She couldn't quite, quite love in hopelessness. And he, being hopeless, couldn't ever quite love at all

The heart wants what it wants -- but sometimes it takes time to figure things out.

I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

There has to be a moment at the beginning where you wonder whether you're in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself. If the moment doesn't pass, that's it—you're done. And if the moment does pass, it never goes that far. It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it's even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lovers' face.

Fuck this. Fuck this wondering. Fuck this trying and trying. Fuck this belief that two people can become one ideal. Fuck this helplessness. Fuck this waiting for something to happen that probably won't ever happen.

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.

yearning, n. and adj. At the core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.

It was so much easier when I didn't want anything. Not getting what you want can make you cruel.

I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.

This is the trap of having something to live for: Everything else seems lifeless.

I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.