Quotes About Longing

I realized I would always be missing something. That no matter what I did, I would always be missing something else. And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to make sure the things I didn't miss meant more to me than the things I missed. I had to think about what I wanted, outside the heat of wanting.

Hello?" I called. I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.

The problem, says my sister, Kelly, is not that I can't get over Naomi - it's that I refuse to.... Loving Naomi and waiting for her to come back to me - it's not a stalker thing, but more like a personal mission. A job.

Basis, n. There has to be a moment at the beginning when 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 lover's face.

And I'll admit—I thought it might be best if we kept it all to the page, passed that notebook back and forth until we were ninety. But clearly that wasn't meant to be. And who am I to blow against the wind?

So many of us had to leave. But every single one of us wishes we hadn't had to. Every single one of us wishes our family had acted like our family, that even when we found a new family, we hadn't had to leave the other one behind. Every single one of us would have loved to have been loved unconditionally by our parents. Don't make him leave you, we want to tell Mrs. Kim. He doesn't want to leave you.

I pressed my head into the pillow and I screamed. Pure sound. No words. But it all came out as your name.

But I'll wait for next time. Because I know there will be a next time. I was looking forward to next time the minute I met her. Throughout the night, I've been looking forward to next time, and the time after that, and the time after that. I know this is something.

It is a horrible wonderful thing to be in love with you. To get to hear you sing for hour after hour but never be the subject of the song. To listen and listen and listen.

The smell of the nail polish made me think of Amber and the rest of my friends. I missed them, but in theory. It wasn't them I missed, but friendship. QUITE YET.

Ardent, adj.: 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.

I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know I'm poking a wound, not healing it. I know there's no way to have a future with Rhiannon. All I'm doing is extending the past by a day.

my body would cry from all it felt and all it couldn't.

It is a terrible thing to not feel missed.

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.

Chaste with a chance of inveterate lust.

I was still thinking he might come after me. Even after he left.

Love was to blame for this. Because when love ends, the cold is what you're left with. It was all I needed to feel.

You will miss the taste of Froot Loops. You will miss the sound of traffic. You will miss your back against his. You will even miss him stealing the sheets. Do not ignore these things.

boundbydad: thrust your fierce quavering manpole at me, stud grayscale: your dastardly appendage engorges me with hellfire boundbydad: my search party is creeping into your no man's land grayscale: baste me like a thanksgiving turkey!!!

Sometimes beauty is best when it's distant.

He was the corner that her eyes always strayed toward

I always wondered what it would be like to see this city as a tourist. I have to believe that NY always lives up to its reputation. The buildings really are that tall, the lights really are that bright, there's truly a story on every corner. But it still might be a shock to realize you're just one story walking among millions. To not feel the bright lights even as they fill the air. To see the tall buildings and only feel a deep longing for the stars.

So I do what I always vowed not to do, and always found myself doing anyway. I throw "I miss you" into the breach. It even feels empty to me. Like I'm not saying it to the right person.