Quotes About Longing

My heart literally aches, that shit is not made up; it hurts for an unexpected, brief time warp of suddenly wanting and longing and believing, but then not having.

It's not the loving that hurts this girl; it's the understanding of it for what it is, that it will never be returned in the same way, that threatens to destroy her. But to unload the words - I love you - on an innocent party who didn't ask for it, to reach across the dark space and touch him - it's like the world she knows could end if she dared speak these words, dared make such a move.

If I don't shut down my brain soon, my imagination will take off so far about what could be with this guy, that nothing will ever just be.-- Norah, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

Dash is getting very frisky in here with me, Mark. What I wanted to say was I wish Dash was getting frisky in here with me. Dash raised an eyebrow at me again. No he's not, Mark said. How do you know? Because if he was, you wouldn't be calling me to rescue you right now, Googly Eyes.

Cinderella! Dov cried. Let down your hair!

The first person I think of when I wake up in the morning, the last person I hope for when I fall asleep at night.

I wanted to like her and I wanted her to like me and that was more want than I had saddled myself with in many a moon.

Fuck Tris. I would give body parts to have a guy write something like that for me. My kidney? Oh, both of them? Here, Nick, they're yours—just write more for me. I'll give you a start: boy in punk club asks strange girl to be his girlfriend for five minutes, girl kisses boy, boy kisses back, boy then meets girl—what did you notice about this girl? Nick, let's hear some lyrics. Please? Ready. Set. Go.

Without Laura here, food is the only thing I love that loves me back.

All I ever think about is food or sex.

Cinderella!" Dov cried. "Let down your hair!

Of course you want to get to know her. But at the same time, you want to feel like you already know her. That you will know her instantly. Such a fairy tale.

It's like nothing else exists in the world right now except him, me, touching, exploring, longing, needing, sharing, having. So much for my straight-edge vow, because I am drunk on our ing's.

The more he gives me, the more I want.

But I couldn't concentrate on writing in the notebook. I wanted to live inside it, not write in it.

I want that. The getting younger with each step, because of anticipation, in hope and belief.

Death Cab for Cutie's "Transatlanticism

I'm going to miss you, too," she said. And then she slipped out of the moment, slipped out of the us, by adding, "I'm going to miss everyone.

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.

Fuck me for always getting into situations like this. Fuck me for caring. Fuck me for not knowing the words that would've made her stay. Fuck me for not knowing what I want. Fuck me for wavering. Fuck me for not kissing her back the right way. Fuck me for getting my hopes up. Fuck me for not having more realistic hopes. Fuck me for giving her my fucking jacket. Fuck.

What's the one thing we want when it comes to the people we love? Time. And what's the scariest thing about how love goes? Time. The thing we want the most is the thing we fear the most, I guess. Time is going to run out. But in the meantime we have... everything.

I felt a sense of longing for him such as I've never experienced in my lifetime for any person, or even for any pet.

Well sure, who doesn't need a boyfriend? But realistically, those exotic creatures are hard to come by.

I'm a nineteen-year-old guy with nothing better to do than moonlight as a doorman, and daydream about you.