Quotes About Longing

I think of you, of the lake, of the city, of the burning days on the shore, in the sand, of the shadowy paths, of the musical breath of the air. The water is quiet, blue, I'd like to lie in a boat in the reeds, I don't want to speak, everything around me will tell you what I'm sensing.

I've found out that I don't belong anywhere anymore, I don't long to be anywhere, but I used to think I had a heart and I belonged in Austria. But one day it all comes to an end, you lose both heart and soul, and now there is something bleeding to death inside of me but I don't know what it is.

Must I forever? Must one forever? Must one wait a whole lifetime?

She wondered all the same how much they really had to say to one another, given that they had only this city in common and a similar way of talking, the same intonation, perhaps she'd just wanted to believe after that third whiskey on the roof garden at the Hilton that he would give her back something she'd lost, a missing taste, an intonation gone flat, that ghostly feeling of home, though she was no longer at home anywhere.

No one else looked at her as if she were the answer to every question he'd ever asked.

Is there a girl out there who doesn't want to be looked at the way Mr. Darcy looked at Elizabeth?" ? Grier McAllister

I never expected anyone to take care of me, but in my wildest dreams and juvenile yearnings, I wanted the house with the picket fence . . . – Maya Angelou

Blame, I guess, is a heavy burden to indulge. Forgiving my father doesn't make me miss my mother any less, or change the fact that I long to have her in my life now, for selfish reasons, I admit. Maybe that's the hardest thing to accept about being an adult. The fact that things happen to us in this world that we simply have no control over. Or any ability to change the outcome of.

Is there a girl out there who doesn't want to be looked at the way Mr. Darcy looked at Elizabeth?

To feel. To trust the feeling. I long for that

Faith is a torment, did you know that? It is like loving someone who is out there in the darkness but never appears, no matter how loudly you call.

Reality is perhaps not at all what I imagine. Perhaps it doesn't exist, in fact. Perhaps it only exists as a longing.

A?k, bütün vebalar?n en karas?d?r; ki?i ondan ölebilseydi, a?kta biraz zevk olurdu.

I often think about her. One thing she said stayed with me, a dagger in my heart: "You know for me the most horrible thing of all is knowing that he will forget me." I lacked the presence of mind to tell her that it was impossible; she was simply unforgettable.

There's a somebody I'm longing to see, I hope that he, turns out to be, someone to watch over me.

I wondered why so much had been written about love's pain and so little about the glorious relief of being delivered from love's pain.

I found lines that mirrored an ache and longing I had so often felt when the beauty around my woods cathedral was too intense, when the need to grasp and keep loveliness left me with a sense of desolate frustration.

From my window I watched the full moon—a moon that reminded me of Brett—become shadowed, little by little until there was only a deep blackness in the woods at night. I would sit there wakeful, hour after hour, and wonder if this aching around my heart, this sense of being alone, forlorn and unwanted in a world where there was gayety and love for others of my age, was going to continue for all of my days.

After all, the three of us were young. It wasn't just about the pleasure of the flesh. No, it wasn't that simple. The flesh is easy to satisfy. It's the heart that is insatiable, the heart that needs to love, to despair, to burn with any kind of fire…That was what we wanted. To burn, to be consumed, to devour our days just as fire devours the forest.

Sleep, how soon I too shall be sent— For your sake— my dearest, my damnable.

You, the damnable place of my birth, my eternal Decembers.

I couldn't take you. So the violin will have to do." He smiled and moved over to the violin case on the bed. "The next time you play, it will be at Loch Gaelkar.

And I'll be waiting for you to make

No, but I wish I did. I wish I believed in something," Bradford said wistfully. "It would be pleasant, don't you think?