Quotes About Longing

Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me?

The sad fact is that I love Dickens and Donne and Keats and Eliot and Forster and Conrad and Fitzgerald and Kafka and Wilde and Orwell and Waugh and Marvell and Greene and Sterne and Shakespeare and Webster and Swift and Yeats and Joyce and Hardy, really, really love them. It's just that they don't love me back.

perhaps grief is as much regret for what we have never had as sorrow for what we have lost.

I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me? You were once, weren't you? In the beginning?

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, and I felt its futility now.

I was looking forward to us growing old together. Me and you, growing old and dying together. Douglas, who in their right mind would look forward to that?

The unrequited love of ones' only living offspring has its own particular slow acid burn

And there it is again, the look. There's no doubt about it, if Sylvie had a receipt, she would have taken him back by now; this one's gone wrong. It's not what I wanted.

The truth is that my heart felt like a fist trying to punch its way though my rib-cage - not from the excitement of it all, though it was thrilling, but from a sense that finally, finally something good was about to happen to me. I felt the proximity of change, and I had wanted more than anything for something in my life to change. Is it still possible to feel like that, I wonder? Or does it only happen to us once?

Nevertheless she feels a great wave of affection for Dexter Mayhew. In eight years not a day has gone by when she hasn't thought of him. She misses him and she wants him back. I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

grief is as much about regret for what you've never had as sadness for what you've lost.

but I've been here in Wolverhampton for two days now and that's felt pretty eternal (though I can reveal that the Pizza Hut

Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me? You were once, weren't you? In the beginning.' 'Course I was.' 'Well why can't you be in love with me again?

Can I say something? Before we go back to the party?' 'Go on.' 'I'm a little drunk.' 'Me too. That's okay.' 'Just … I missed you, you know.' 'I missed you too.' 'But so, so much, Dexter. There were so many things I wanted to talk to you about, and you weren't there—' 'Same here.' 'And I feel a little guilty, sort of running away like that.

grief is as much regret for what we have never had as sorrow for what we have lost. As

nostalgia is a useless, futile thing because it is a longing for something that is permanently lost

grief is as much about regret for what you've never had as sadness for what you've lost.

In eight years not a day has gone by when she hasn't thought of him. She misses him and she wants him back. I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.

When I didn't see you, I thought about you every day, I mean every day, in some way or another." - Emma

I wanted to sleep for a thousand years, to wake up when them and their like were gone, when I didn't have their dirty black ink on my fingers, in my blood.

I longed for the day when her soul would be taken into the depths of hell

That was how long ago?

Als de hemel donker wordt met zwarte donderwolken, de grote bomen zwaaien in de wind, de pauwen zingen, hunker ik ernaar terug te rennen naar Gir.