Quotes About Longing

My desires seemed simple and terribly complicated at the same time: to gaze at Jun's wet body and to make Rie cry. These were the only things that gave me comfort.

As I traced his profile with my eyes, I realized that I could never ask anything of him again: not caresses, not protection, not warmth. He would never dive into the pool inside me, clouded as it was with the little girl's tears. The waves of regret were gentle, but I knew they would ripple on forever.

I watch the people coming up from the shore road, staring at every girl with even the slightest resemblance to you, and then turning away when I realize my mistake. I perform this ritual over and over, never growing tired. I would gladly repeat my error a thousand times, two thousand times, if it means finding you, you who are wholly unique. Finally, I am at a loss to distinguish between the desire to see you as soon as possible and the pleasant prospect of waiting forever.

Sometimes I wish I could describe how wonderful I feel in those few seconds from the time he spreads his arms above his head, as if trying to grab hold of something, to the instant he vanishes into the water. But I can never find the right words. Perhaps it's because he's falling through time, to a place where words can never reach.

If you read a novel to the end, then it's over. I would never want to do something as wasteful as that. I'd much rather keep it here with me, safe and sound, forever.

There, behind your heartbeat, have you stored up all my lost memories?

I don't know. Maybe there's a place out there where people whose hearts aren't empty can go on living.

Amorous cat, alas You too must yowl with your love... or even worse, without!

I dream of a love that is more than two people craving to possess one another.

Yolkov's chest expanded for a deep sigh. He looked at Zhirov with weary eyes. "Okay. You won, Fyodor. You turn me on. You were right. We're not buddies. We should be lovers.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.

There's no more painful love than the love you feel when you're in a railroad station and you exchange glances with someone whose train is headed in the other direction.

Was I happy after that? I think so. I experienced moments of pleasure, moments of unforgettable joy; I loved again and dreamed again like a wide-eyed boy. And yet I always felt there was something missing, something that left me somehow crippled, in short that I only every hovered on the fringes of happiness.

Ton visage est le seul soleil qui me reste

Cel ce lasa sa ii scape dragostea vietii sale va ajunge singur cu regretele sale si toate suspinele lumii nu ii pot aduce alinarea sufletului.

Come posso cantare queste dolcezze di cui ho colmo il cuore, se Egli mi riempie la bocca di gemiti? Come posso concedermi a queste ore, di cui m'è sorella ogni musica, se Egli mi uccide le parole, mi ruba ogni nota? L'amore e i dolci ricordi, le serate festose e i conviti, tutto disperso dalle Sue impazienze. Ogni cibo amareggiato, ogni oblìo inghiottito dalla Sua voracità. Ogni mia preghiera avvolta nella caligine incandescente.

How miraculous it was, noted Diogenes, that whenever one felt that sort of urge, one could readily masturbate. But conversely how disheartening that one could not simply rub one's stomach when hungry.

We are the graceless and dumbfounded, insane with our own insatiable desire for another time and place.

And it was at moments like this that she had to remind herself that she was in love with him, or had once been in love with him, a long time ago.

From an evolutionary point of view, most emotions - fear, desire, anger - serve some practical purpose, but nostalgia is a useless, futile thing because it is a longing for something that is permanently lost . . . .

I'm just not prepared to be treated like this anymore.' 'Treated like what?' She sighed, and it was a moment before she spoke. 'Like you always want to be somewhere else, with someone else.