Quotes About Longing

The sun weeps because it can no longer caress your skin or warm your lips." He sifted his fingers through my hair. "I do not envy the sun, Eva. But I truly hate the moon, because its light touches you in all the ways I cannot.

Sometimes we have to wait for what we want...Even when we want it very, very much.

And we'd look at each other the way you do when you see someone on the street you think you recognize, but not quite. Someone you wish with all your heart were there but who is actually just a stranger. And you feel a kind of deep longing that hurts like a huge gash and your inability to fix it leaves you frustrated and angry and bone-deep lonely.

Ford," she whispered to him. "I promise I'll leave you alone, never see you again. Just please, help me get you home." Still nothing. "Ford!" She sat up, her hands gripping his shoulders, putting everything she had into it, all her anger and fear and longing and hope and love. "Ford Winter!" So softly she almost missed it, he whispered, "Present." She laughed through her tears and hugged him. "Good boy," she said.

I felt a wave of longing roll out of me, but not the way it usually did, diffuse and sad. This was hopeful, as though it had been coaxed out by a whispered promise.

the twentieth century was best represented by an unwilling traveler. "I mean, think of the millions of soldiers mobilized by wars. And all the people made homeless because of them. Now the world is full of people who don't belong where they end up and long for the places where they did.

You can't hurt me the way you think you can. But even if you could? I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again. I'm in love with you, Mara. I love you. No matter what you do.

Wolf longed to be with them - but they were Not-Breath. He didn't understand how this could be. Darkfur and the cubs were…not. Wolf shut his eyes. He wanted to be not too.

A sob caught in my chest. I didn't even know what a gray was, other than a drab color. All I knew was that I was hungry all the time. And I knew, deep down, that it wasn't just for food.

Don't be sorry.' His eyes remained serious. 'Believe me, Samantha, that kiss - it was enough to something very important to me.' 'What?' 'That I'd do anything to find a way to kiss you again.

flesh still wants what it wants.

She didn't know that my heart was a sandstorm waiting to open her skin in a desert of cuts. She didn't know the animal that waited in my stomach, silently shredding the walls. For her, my heart wore small white shoes and carried a purse, went to bed early. I wanted to shoot myself into her arms so she understood the need to crash cars with me, to tear up pavement because we were beautiful.

Gwynn, she was always talking about wanting to be drunk and honestly I did want to encourage that, I wanted to go to a bar with her and let all the stuff sobriety pushed down be released so I could catch it in my palms and finally kiss her. She was just so sad. Melancholy was a fleshy wave permanently cresting on her face, she had to speak through it when she talked.

it just breaks / a man's heart, watching / a girl so involved with her life, / without him like that.

Love Thinking, thinking thus, loving thus, there is no sleep, I see him, we meet, to be woken from that dream that is suffering indeed.

There's a chasm between envy and desire. Envy is like wanting something that's not yours. But desire is different. Desire comes out of wanting what is yours, and still wanting it even if it's not yet there, but it's not envy.

The excesses of love soon pass, but its insufficiencies torment us forever.

Desire creates havoc when it is the only thing between two people, or when it is what's missing.

Desire is in men a hunger, in women only an appetite.

In youth we are plagued by desire; in later years, by the desire to feel desire.

Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had

Some women love only what they can hold in their arms; others, only what they can't.

No one has ever loved anyone the way everyone wants to be loved.

The best sauce in the world is hunger.