Quotes About Longing

The thing we want the most is always the thing we cannot have.

But by nature, the human heart yearns most for what it cannot have.

Unrequited love.

I longed to pluck a volume off a shelf and escape into its pages, for even the nightmare worlds of Lovecraft, Poe, or Bram Stoker would be more appealing than the real world in which we had to live.

Come to me.

She told him that she wished he would come to life for her, the way that he had come to life in the wonderful story, and she really did wish it, want it, need it. She could so clearly see him rising from the page of the book as he had risen from the baker's tray before setting out into the city. When the incident began, it was pure Disney. But not for long.

not spoken in the yearning tone of a mother for her daughter

Everything we want is nothing here.

His heart knocked as if on Heaven's door.

Needless to say, I had not enjoyed such an exhilarating dream in decades.

They sat side by side, their legs drawn up, arms around their knees, facing west toward the Far East, where Japan lay thousands of miles away in tomorrow afternoon.

From time to time he heard himself whimpering in grief. Love was the best thing when you had it, and the most terrible thing when it was taken from you.

I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, but now I want a Russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping.

I wondered if he thought of me or if he'd put me out of his heart as effectively as he'd put me out of his life.

he was living in a dream world, then he never wanted to wake up.

Carolyn wished she had a way of reaching Dave;

Still, I remained curious. Abby Kincaid had flown in from Florida, which was about as far away from Cedar Cove as a person could get while remaining in the continental United States. She appeared to be happy for her brother and his bride, but she didn't seem pleased to be in town. She'd mentioned that it'd been over ten years since she was last in Cedar Cove, but surely there were school friends she'd want to see.

He pulled her against his chest, letting her feel his heart thunder its rhythm. Kissing her hair he whispered, the desperation raw, You are no dream...but flesh and blood. Tell me you are real...oh, please...be real. Aye, I am real.

The hardest memories are the pieces of what might have been.

What do you call love, then? Someone I can't live without.

Oddly, I found myself calmer than I'd been in a long while. Maybe it was simply because my muscles ached or maybe because I felt that nothing was more compelling than the stack of wood that was waiting in Camelli's garage.

It was there. It was. The long walk down the hall. The door opening. The beautiful stranger. The torn moon mended. Our fingers touching away the tears. It was there.

There was nothing of his I wanted in particular. I wanted it all.

For his part he sensed with despair that he wouldn't come, no matter how long they kept at it. But this activity made him happy, he could stand here all night and offer pleasure to this other human being, this creature of form and flesh crying like an anvil.