Quotes About Longing

Do you love me?' he asked instead. 'Because if you don't, I'd wait until you did. I'd wait weeks and months and years.

I've been waiting for you all night and day,' she said. Froi shivered. He realised that the words came from Quintana the ice maiden. Realised, as he felt his face heating up, that the idea of this Quintana waiting for him with excitement spoke to parts of him he believed to be dormant. And then she winked. 'Did I do that right?' she asked. Her smile was lopsided and he saw a glimpse of the teeth. And Froi imagined that he would follow her to the ends of the earth.

Sometimes Webb believed that he would never experience a better feeling than when he was looking at her, would never see anything or anybody bursting with more life and spirit. Sometimes he felt he needed to inhale it and place it in a storage area in his soul. Just in case.

A home to come back to every day of their lives. Where they would all belong or long to be. A place on the Jellicoe Road.

I still wake with your name on my lips every morning.

She misses him more now than when he was away

The head nerd of the Cadets is my partner and when it's over he asks me for my number. I'm very flattered and he looks a bit crestfallen when I say no. "It's because they don't have coverage out here," Griggs tells him. "No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

Why do I feel like something's missing in my life without them and they don't feel the same about me?

I think back to my dream of the boy, because in it I find solace. I like that word. I'm going to make it my word of the year. There is just something about that boy that makes me feel like I belong. Belong. Long to be . Weird word, but semantics aside, it is up there with solace .

And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

But that's it. When I think of you, I think of future stuff. I think of this is it and I'm not supposed to think this is it at my age. I don't look at you and think nice. I look at you and think, oh my God, I want to hold her and never let her go. I think, sex—right here, right now—

How can someone who made me look this happy no longer be in my life

Does she belong to you, Finnikin?" Yata asked, her eyes piercing. "No," he said after a moment. "But she belongs to my heart. I feel her absence strongly and it brings me . . . sorrow.

I think the worst thing that ever happened to me was leaving home," she says honestly. "Why?" "Because I miss it like you'd never believe, and then I go away from this place and I miss here too. I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

Trevanion wrapped his arm around his son's neck like shepherd's hook and dragged him along playfully. when he let go, Finnikin thought he would have liked his father to hold on a moment longer.

Stories , he thought. All they created was a yearning for faraway places.

I'm comparing you to . . . rugby and . . . my voice breaking . . . and everything I love but don't understand." "To the failures in your life." "No. I'm comparing you to all the things I love doing best and I just can't have when I want them.

and if I could bottle the look on his face, i'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

Did he say my name?" "Did he have to? When your name is written all over his heart?

I wrote to you for a year and you never wrote back. I rang you over and over again and you would never come to the phone. What part of that gives the impression that I didn't care? ~Jonah Griggs

He kisses her and wants to beg her and the others to never give up on him. Ever. But he gets a feeling that he would be preaching to the converted

Her voice stopped him. "I woke with your name on my lips every morning. Like a prayer of hope. For now, that's all I can offer.

It makes me want to yell at the God that I wish I didn't believe in. For hogging him all to himself. I want to say, You greedy God. Give him back. I needed him here

And for Narnie, hours without them went by, and then days, and then weeks. And in between those seconds and minutes and hours and day and weeks was the most acute sense of loneliness she'd ever experienced