Quotes About Longing

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.

I love you more than songs can say, but I can't keep running after yesterday...

Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

After my first few tastes I was pretty much hooked. I'd have dry spells, months without any or only piddling amounts of grace, but I never forgot about it or stopped wanting it.

We live in a world that is alive and generous and in need of care. Strangely, paradoxically, it is in serving and singing and telling our stories to one another that we discover the homecoming we've been longing for has been here, among and within us, along.

I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum'thing has always been and always will be you. I miss you.

Polòtain kann mir alles nehmen, aber nicht sie. NICHT SIE! Städte hätte ich nach ihr benannt und Tempel für sie errichtet. Nun verstößt sie mich, ohne dass ich weiß, warum! Ohne dass sie es mir sagte! - Sinthoras

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.

I am a monster, I realised, a monster that wants to stalk through the woods, free and alone, and cannot even bear so much as the touch of a branch on its skin. There'd be nothing wrong with that, if it weren't for the fact that every so often the monster wants to be loved and cosseted and has to grovel, whining, back to the world of men.

Life is love and I have no love left. Love has drained itself from me, and run to a river like this one.

Some man never get the woman who cure them from looking for another woman.

With so much leaving your front hole, no wonder you wish for something to enter the back.

Nobody loves no one.

I want to lie down in the grass on the sidewalk and I want to run and keep running.

Then I wondered if everybody has that person that haunts them, the one that got away.

Why should anybody want anybody? Just have nothing, just need nothing.

What have we all, we who have nothing left but longing to be free of our lashed satiety.

Has conseguido hacerte un lugar tan dentro de mí, que no puedo siquiera respirar sin pensar en ti. Y no satisfecha con adueñarte de mi mente, ahora parece que también tienes que ser la dueña de mi corazón, mi vida y mi alma.

You're supposed to make a wish on a falling star," he murmured. "Did you?" "I most certainly did. It took two dozen, but you're finally here.

That's what this is about. It's somebody I lost, all right, it's my own self. Who I never was. Or who I tried to be and never got there. Somebody I waited for who never came. And never will.

How could I love him, Jessie. I didn't have a thing he wanted.

And my love follows you though the skyless night of the street, like the memory of a dog you once had that died.

Ebenezer Snell] never got over the idea that although people who loved each other might be apart, they could gaze up at the sky and see the same stars and the same moon. The scientist in him understood the phenomenon, but the poet in him appreciated the wonder.

Life is not long at all, never long enough, but days are very long indeed.