Quotes About Longing

Elise Vasquez and I stand shoulder to shoulder, watching the woman we both feel we lost, and may be never really had.

Given my mother's experience with romance, I shouldn't even care - but there's a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn't near you.

It just goes to show you: you can put nine thousand miles between you and another person. You can make a vow to never speak his name. You can surgically remove someone from your life. And still, he'll haunt you.

It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it's there.

I felt this boy whose name I couldn't be bothered to remember grunting and heaving inside me; I was that empty and that far away. And suddenly I knew what became of all those lost balloons: they were the loves that slipped out of our fists; the blank eyes that rose in every night sky.

In the darkest crease of the night, I would love you until the moon lost its footing in the sky.

I've always been a loner, and I've never really felt like I belong here. I'm like one of those women who read Jane Austen obsessively and still hope that Mr. Darcy might show up at the door. Or the Civil War reenactors, who growl at each other on battlefields now spotted with baseball fields and park benches. I'm the princess in an ivory tower, except every brick is made of history, and I built this prison myself.

THE TRUTH and ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

The loneliest creature on earth is a whale that has spent more than twenty years calling out for a mate, I read, but whose voice is so different from those of other whales that none of them ever respond.

Jos plaukai dabar yra ilgesni, o abipus jos burnos matyti dvi plonos rauksles, tarytum kliausteliai, gaubiantys milijona zodziu, kuriu as neturejau galimybes isgirsti.

He was suffering from wanderlust, complicated by the tension of knowing that he was rooted to this town by something as simple as his name.

What if, when I get home, Nicholas is standing on the porch with open arms, willing to pick up where we left off? Can I let myself make the same mistakes all over again?

When was the last time he'd been swallowed whole by love?

My father died last year," Thomas said. "I still look for him in crowds.

Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that made up the song of the ice-cream man; we all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that's heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch just a little longer than the last one, when in fact it's all going the other direction

Sometimes you can't tell how consuming love is until you can see its absence.

I won't forget you, Olive. No matter how hard I may try. That's not the same as being remembered. Isn't it?

The loneliest creature on earth is a whale that has spent more than twenty years calling out for a mate, I read, but whose voice is so different from those of the other whales that none of them ever respond.

Don't you wish love was so strong it could come back to haunt you?

As it turns out, you can love someone too much. Then, when they leave, your heart goes missing. And no one can survive that great a loss.

the breeze would draw a violin bow across the branches of a tree and I would again hear her lullaby. I would listen to the chime of coins being counted, and I would imagine her laughter. Her voice was caught in the shell of my ear, as if it were the ocean.

doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it's there.

Aku menyayangimu, kataku, suaraku terdengar hampa karena tangis. Aku sangat menyayangimu hingga aku tak tahu aku akan hidup dengan siapa jika kau tidak ada. Dan bahkan jika usahaku menghabiskan waktu seluruh hidupku, aku akan membuatmu paham kenapa hidupmu membuat perbedaan.

How come the people who don't even notice you exist are the ones you can't stop thinking about?