Quotes About Longing

It is always an act of desperation, and I keep asking, even though I know it will never work the way I want it to.

yesterday, n. You called to ask me when I was coming home, and when I reminded you that I wasn't coming home, you sounded so dissapointed that I decided to come home.

When I leave my own house, there's always a part of me that stays behind, waiting for me to get back. That's what makes it my home - that feeling that a part of me is always waiting for me there.

I see Nick's number. I debate whether to assign a name to his number. If I commit to that, then I will truly be heartbroken if he never calls me again; my heart will knot each and every time I use this phone and see his name in there. I would probably end up having to trash the phone entirely.

The minute she left the apartment, I missed having her there. But as with all loves, I supposed, the consolation was in the fact that she'd be back.

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

All the feelings Are dead inside me And I want them To be alive

it is so unfair that he lives in ohio, because that should be close enough, but since neither of us drives and neither of us would ever in a million years say, 'hey, mom, do you want to drive me across indiana to see a boy?,' we're kind of stuck.

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

We found out a long time ago that we weren't meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him

this is what i never allowed myself to need. and of course what i've been needing all along.

The boy I just kissed is talking to my father. The boy I want to kiss again is waiting for my mother to serve pancakes. I must fight the urge to freak.

If I were in a different body, this would be the time I would lean down and kiss her. If I were in a different body, that kiss could transform the night from off to on. If I were in a different body, she would see me inside. She would see what she wanted to see. But now it's awkward.

motif, n. You don't love me as much as I love you. You don't love me as much as I love you. You don't love me as much as I love you.

It was too heartbreaking to live with so many separations.

I felt like I was missing something. Missing you more. Missing whatever was going to happen next.

want to see you, but I'm not sure if we should do that. I want to hear about what's going on, but I'm afraid that will only start everything again. I love you—I do—but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you're always going to leave me, A. We can't deny it. You're always going to leave.

I'm just looking for someone, I hedge. Aren't we all? Infinite Darlene vamps ruefully. I think I'm off the hook, but then she adds, Is it someone special? It's nothing, I say, crossing my fingers. I pray that it's not nothing.

I know everything is about to change, and I fear that one day I will long for this minute before anything is said, that I will want to travel back in time and undo what's coming next.

Kind of. Is missing something proof of how much you were into it in the first place?

I leave her in the bed. I put on my clothes, pick up my keys, and close the door behind me. I turn back. I keep turning back to see her. Even when there are walls between us. I keep turning back. I keep turning in her direction.

Everything is in its right place, and my heart wants to believe this can always be true. My heart wants to make it true, even as something darker tugs it away.

It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought... it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you.

Covet, v. This is a difference between us: you desire what other people have, while I desire the things I used to have, or think I might have one day.