Quotes About Longing

The boy is loved. The loved one suffers. All loved ones suffer. Love is not enough. Love is enough. The thing that you wished for. Was this it?

He missed two people: a) the girl she was; b) the person she'd made him feel he might have been. A deep sigh escaped him.

He was looking forward eagerly to seeing her again. He had coped perfectly well on his own, of course, but it was very reassuring to have someone in your life who was always ready to fight for you, and he had missed that comforting feeling

Gwenda sighed. She did not know how to say what she felt. It was not just love. She thought about him all the time, and she did not know how she could live without him. She daydreamed about kidnapping him and locking him up in a hut deep in the forest so that he could never escape from her.

He had a taste for wild, spreading, disorderly things: high mountains,aged oaks,and Aliena's hair.

How glibly he and Maud had said, back in August 1914, that they would be reunited by Christmas! It was now more than two years since he had looked at her lovely face. And it was probably going to take Germany another two years to win the war.

Contigo, la necesitaba —dijo Sonja.

He slipped his hand inside her coat and touched her through the soft linen of her dress. Her body was warm. He held her breast in his palm, small and round. He loved the way her flesh yielded to the press of his fingertips. He had never seen her naked, but he knew her breasts intimately. In his dreams they went farther.

no trace left of the overwhelming physical desire she had once felt for Will's strong body.

Life was empty but for the two hours she spent with Lloyd each evening. The rest of the day was anticipation; the night was recollection. Lloyd

Grigori besó el billete. Se moría de ganas de marcharse. Era como un sueño

The Wife's Lament.'" She turned to Aldred.

Pensaba en él todos los días. Su

wanted to see you again.

him like a mild electric shock. No woman outside his family had touched him for two years.

I think I'll always be in love with her. I believe it's like that with people you really love. If they go away, or die, it makes no difference.

It was an amputation. I would never get back the part of me that vanished when Sylvie died. I knew the feeling of a man who tries to walk having lost a leg. I would never shake off the sense that something should be there, where the missing limb had always been. There was a hole in my life, a great gaping cavity that could never be filled.

I been away a long time.

I'd give something to see that. Mostly, I'd just to look over the country around the gorge again, just to bring some of it clear in my mind again. I been away a long time.

Mostly, I'd just like to look over the country around the gorge again, just to bring some of it clear in my mind again. I been away a long time.

He wants something from me. He doesn't know that the only thing I have left is the hollow of something gone

I sighed, surrendering speech, but held on to her arm. "Viv . . . ?" If this was the last of it, I wanted the last look of good-by.

She was saying something but I didn't hear, I ran, leaving her behind, toward my brother . . . leaving her and blindly hoping she might see that I was making it possible to perhaps someday have her. Her or someone.

Is it that?" she asked in a soft voice, once more examining her hands, "not being sure of that 'someday'? Or is it not being sure of having that 'somebody'?