Quotes About Longing

And then I saw what I was to see so many times on the journey—a look of longing. "Lord! I wish I could go." "Don't you like it here?" "Sure. It's all right, but I wish I could go." "You don't even know where I'm going." "I don't care. I'd like to go anywhere.

I've lived in a good climate, and it bores the hell out of me.

There's a capacity for apetite, Samuel said, that a whole heaven and earth of cake can't satisfy

Curious how a place unvisited can take such hold on the mind so that the very name sets up a ringing.

Hurry home, darling, she said. Hurry home. And how's that for a man to have! When I hung up, I stood by the phone all weak and leaky and happy if there is such a condition. I tried to think how it had been before Mary, and I couldn't remember, or how it would be without her, and I could not imagine it except that it would be a condition bordered in black.

Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields.

There was no desire in him for a state or condition, no picture in his mind of the thing to be when he had followed his longing; but only a burning and a will overpowering to journey outward and outward after the earliest risen star.

Aron said slowly. "I wouldn't want to know that. I'd like to know why you do it. You're always at something. I just wonder why you do it. I wonder what's it good for." A pain pierced Cal's heart. His planning suddenly seemed mean and dirty to him. He knew that his brother had found him out. And he felt a longing for Aron to love him. He felt lost and hungry and he didn't know what to do.

Oh, strawberries don't taste as they used to and the thighs of women have lost their clutch! And some men eased themselves like setting hens into the nest of death.

I can just see it all over again. You'll stay around a a year or so and then you'll get restless and you'll make me restless. We'll get mad at each other and then we'll get polite to each other-and that's worse. Then we'll blow up and you'll go away again, and then you'll come back and we'll do it all over again. Adam asked, Don't you want me to stay? Hell yes, said Charles. I miss you when you're not here. But I can see how it's going to be just the same.

Abra looked at his sunny hair, tight-curled now, and at the eyes that seemed so near to tears, and she felt the longing and itching burn in her chest that is the beginning of love. Also, she wanted to touch Aron, and she did. She put her hand on his arm and felt him shiver under her fingers.

Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the bastard Time.

It would be good to live in a perpetual state of leave-taking, never to go nor to stay, but to remain suspended in that golden emotion of love and longing; to be missed without being gone; to be loved without satiety. How beautiful one is and how desirable; for in a few moments one will have ceased to exist.

There's a capacity for appetite," Samuel said, "that a whole heaven and earth of cake can't satisfy.

My great complaint is that the only possession I carry about with me is a bag of losses. I am the owner solely of the memory of things I used to have. Perhaps it is well--for I seem to love them more now that I have them not.

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There's a capacity for appetite,' Samuel said, 'that a whole heaven and earth of cake can't satisfy.

Joseph stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked upward, waiting for her to reappear. He felt a desire to open his body for her inspection, so that she could see all the hidden things in him, even the things he did not know were there. That would be right, he thought. Then she would know the kind of man I am; and if she knew that she would be a part of me.

They watch the girls with level goat-eyes and make disparaging remarks to one another while their insides whimper with longing. In

And Samuel could remember hearing of a cousin of his mother's in Ireland, a knight and rich and handsome, and anyway shot himself on a silken couch, sitting beside the most beautiful woman in the world who loved him. "There's a capacity for appetite," Samuel said, "that a whole heaven and earth of cake can't satisfy.

Oh, strawberries don't taste as they used to and the thighs of women have lost their clutch! And

Someday there'd be a way, maybe ice, maybe some other way, to get a peach like this here I got in my hand clear to Philadelphia.

Oh, but strawberries will never taste so good again and the thighs of women have lost their clutch!

And then I saw what I was to see so many times on the journey--a look of longing. Lord! I wish I could go.