Quotes About Longing

Grief is love turned into an eternal missing

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.

I have always at least, ever since I can remember had a kind of longing for death.

The desire to be loved is really death when it comes to art.

The tread Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher Who holds her heart and waits to hear them pause, And hears them never pause, but pass and die.

The decaying that had dragged on for too long had only turned tragedy into nuisance; death, when it strikes, better completes its annihilating act on the first try.

I would fain die a dry death.

I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.

I want nothing but death.

Death is my lover and he wants to move in.

What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?

Kylie looked up towards the sky. "Sometimes I just wish Heaven wasn't so far away.

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.

He did this despite its causing him to feel keenly not the presence he was seeking but rather the absence of one he'd never seen anywhere other than in photos

We are people who fantasize too much to begin with. We read too much, we feel too much, we fantasize too much - we want all the wrong things!

A emoção principal, como já disse, era o desejo ardente. E ainda é. Não há alívio para esse desejo nem para a minha noção de mim mesmo como suplicante. Está claro: temo-lo quando estamos com ela e temo-lo quando estamos sem ela. Sendo assim, quem terminou? Fui eu, não indo à festa, ou foi ela ao aproveitar o facto de eu não ter ido?

Now, thanks to you, my beloved little darling, being dead is as awful as being alive was.

The Swede had loved that story all his life. Who wrote it? Nobody, as far as he could remember. They'd just studied it in grade school. Johnny Appleseed, out there everywhere planting apple trees. That bag of seeds. I loved that bag.

She had a huge pull on me, a huge gravitational pull on the ghost of my desire. This woman was in me before she even appeared.

So we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright.

We grow up hungry for love, and in ways so deep as to remain unexpressed we long for our Maker to love us.

the promise of pleasures so alluring that we may devote our lives to their pursuit, and then the haunting realization that these pleasures ultimately do not satisfy.