Quotes About Longing

I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.

I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.

As Qhuinn looked at his best friend's handsome face, he felt as if he'd never not known that red hair, those blue eyes, those lips, that jaw. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was . . . I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.

I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren land; long heath, broth furze, any thing.

Me invade una nostalgia largamente olvidada de aquel apacible y grave reino del espíritu; y flota entonces con imprecisas notas mi canción susurrante, como arpa eolia; un escalofrío me sacude la lágrima va en pos de las lágrimas, el severo corazón se siente dulce y blando.. veo lejano aquello que poseo, y lo perdido se me hace realidad.

I wanted to belong to Iris when I didn't even belong to myself.

Bastard." "You love me." "Yes, I do. Now let me come.

love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

When I was here, I wanted to be there. When I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle.

If you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then its yours forever. If it doesnt, then it was never yours to begin with.

So all in all there wasn't anything really wrong with my life. Except that, like most everyone else's I knew about, it had a big gaping hole in it, an enormous emptiness, and I didn't know how to fill it or even know what belonged there.

It was an ordinary day, a Friday, twenty minutes til lunchtime, five hours til quitting time and the weekend, ten months til vacation, thirty-seven years til retirement. Then the phone rang.

It's not the dreams. It's this love of you that grows in me malignant.

The Abandoned Valley" Can you understand being alone so long you would go out in the middle of the night and put a bucket into the well so you could feel something down there tug at the other end of the rope?

I came back from the funeral and crawled around the apartment, crying hard, searching for my wife's hair. For two months got them from the drain, from the vacuum cleaner, under the refrigerator, and off the clothes in the closet. But after other Japanese women came, there was no way to be sure which were hers, and I stopped. A year later, repotting Michiko's avocado, I find a long black hair tangled in the dirt.

The rain and the smell of night pulled at me. Confused me.) Everything means a choice, she had said, getting one thing and losing one. The love still held me, but all at once I could, despite the rain, admit to myself what I really wanted was this clarity.

Not me, girl dear, not me in the whole wide world. You need a man…I'm just a corpse walking.

A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

The problem with the "wanting mind" is that even if you get what you think you want, it does not stop. It says, "All right, I have got the nice car, but now I need more money." It is always something that we do not have in the present moment—something that we want to obtain in order to satisfy our longing.

The problem with desire is that you do not desire deeply enough! Why not desire it all? You don't like what you have and want what you don't have. Simply reverse this. Want what you have and don't want what you don't have. Here you will find true fulfillment.

I desire to be with you. I miss you. I feel lonely when I can't see you. I am obsessed with you, fascinated by you, infatuated with you. I hunger for your taste, your smell, the feel of your soul touching mine.

Home. It is the place where once we lived and laughed, where we grew up with the assumption that all would be well, where we met our first love, where life stretched endlessly ahead. This is the place that now becomes a desert of the heart. —Kory Tyler, Musings, 1412           Gabe

The home world exercises its siren call over us all. No matter how far we wander, or how long we are gone, it waits patiently. And when we return to it, as we must, it sings to us. We came out of its forests, waded ashore from its seas. It is in our blood, for good or ill.