Quotes About Longing

In Tennessee, honeysuckle vines bloomed thick and full in our yard every summer. My brother and I ran out in the early hours, barefooted and still in pajamas to suck the sweetness from the bright flowers. It was never enough. That faint hint of honeysuckle on the tongue an almost broken promise of something better hidden somewhere deeper.

At least, that had been what he had thought until the night he had lost himself to Legna's wicked eyes. He had blamed it on the moon, reaffirming the weakness to himself later on when he found himself stalking the halls of Noah's home far oftener than could be explained away, always watching as Legna floated from one room to another, seemingly oblivious to him, never remaining in his sight for more than a minute at a time.

My body has cried out for you every single minute of every day since you left me.

I'll always remember our first night together, you so flushed and shy, me knowing what I know but scared too because you are the first one I loved. We poured our loneliness into each other and filled the emptiness and dark corners of this place with joy. I think of your long straight back, your strong legs, your hair on the pillow, your dark eyes close, and say your name over and over...it is the sound of bells.

Oh poder de las lágrimas, sin duda el más poderoso de todos los rasgos del amor! Mis desconfianzas, mis resoluciones, mis juramentos, todo queda olvidado. Queriendo secar el manantial de aquel precioso rocío, me había acercado demasiado a aquella boca donde la frescura se unía al dulce perfume de la rosa; y, aunque quiero alejarme, dos brazos, cuya blancura, suavidad y forma no sabría describir, actúan como lazos de los que no me puedo desprender.

I love you, but, because inexplicably I love in you something more than you - the object petit a - I mutilate you.

Dans ma maison tu viendras Je pense à autre chose mais je ne pense qu`à ça

Ce qui m'inspire le plus. C'est l'amour, parce que je crois que l'amour c'est à la fois, la chose la plus recherchée et vraisemblablement, la chose la plus maltraitée.

Que a pesar de todos mis esfuerzos soy incapaz de borrarte de mi mente. Y que a pesar de que mi buen juicio me grita que es un error, quiero sentir la magia de tus besos una y otra vez. Tanto que me asusta.

I love you. Feel that. It beats for you. If you want me, you'll make me the happiest man in the world. If you don't, then there will simply be a hole here. My heart is yours to take or to break

I am dying!" he cried. "Kiss me, my love. Kiss me, and mayhap your love will keep me tethered to this mortal coil.

He wouldn't charm her. She'd almost forgot what his kiss tasted like., felt like. She only remembered it when she drifted into dreams. Then it became so vivid, so real. To her mortification, she always felt a little thrill. Her life had been filled with gentlemen of the finest quality. James Sterling was like none of them, he was unpolished. A diamond in the rough. A scoundrel. A pirate.

When you have that, you dream of this and when you have this, you dream of that. Maybe you call it romantic, but it's just plain stupidity. It destroys life.

Mysticism is like pure science; it has no use. Mysticism is just the human longing to know… Occult is not science. Occult is just technology.

The hen that you are, how will you know what deceptive ways Grace will descend. It is Grace that brought you here and it is Grace that will deliver: I prefer the hen that looks up to the sky than an eagle that flies but always looking down. How high is not the question, but how intense is your longing for the sky. May you always be in Grace.

You cannot choose a Guru. Deepen your longing and the Guru will choose you

The longing for peace has essentially come from troubled minds, minds that are torturing themselves. For them, peace is a big commodity that they have to seek. If you are not using your mind for self-torture, why would you think of peace? Would you seek the exuberance of life or would you seek peace? Only if you have become an expert in self-torture, peace seems to be the greatest thing.

The hen that you are, how will you know what deceptive ways Grace will descend. It is Grace that brought you here and it is Grace that will deliver: I prefer the hen that looks up to the sky than an eagle that flies but always looking down. How high is not the question, but how intense is your longing for the sky. May you always be in Grace. – Sadhguru

From the very moment he had first laid eyes on her, his hearts had gone all aflutter. His stony countenance had never wavered, for he had been taught well never to be the sort of warrior to show a weakness, yet 'twas for a certainty he had felt all the giddiness of a young boy by merely locking gazes with her.

Necesito una realidad, una vigencia, a ti, presente, cercana, para decir te quiero. Mi corazón se nutre de mis ojos, de mis manos, de todo lo que miro y toco. La ausencia es un engaño

Me acuerdo de ti a cada instante, pero tú eres imposible y no estoy triste

Estar solo da sed de soledad

La lluvia me empujó al correo. ¡Está lloviendo a cántaros! Y sobre mi corazón, a cántaros, tú.

Así solo, no sirve para nada ni el dinero ni nada de lo que tengo. Ni yo mismo. No sirvo para nada sin ti. Te quiero. Soy tuyo. No sirvo sino para desearte, y quererte mucho, siempre, toda la vida.