Quotes About Longing

We had loved people we really shouldn't have loved and then married other people in order to forget our impossible loves, or we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

We had loved people we really shouldn't have loved and then married other people in order to forget our impossible loves, or we had called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

I always had to resist the urge to go to him like a wife, as if we'd already been a couple for a hundred thousand lifetimes.

He drank the cotton-candy milk from the day at the pier. The last batch was from the morning she left and this milk was full of plans I didn't know about. When he finished that bottle she was really gone, every last drop of her.

Tom looked across the patio, our eyes met, and for a split second I remembered my drunken nineteen-year-old face pressed against his chest at a party, his lips resting on the top of my head, murmuring, You know I wish I could.

I always had to resist the urge to go to him like a wife, as if we'd already been a couple for a hundred thousand lifetimes. Caveman and cavewoman. King and queen. Nuns

Quería perforarlo, hacerle un agujero y llenar ese agujero con mi cuerpo.

When unrequited love is the most expensive thing on the menu, sometimes you settle for the daily special.

Perhaps all we want from reading is to return to that age when we could hold a book and cry, to that time between childhood and adolescence, the sweetest era of our lives.

Misschien lezen we alleen maar om terug te keren naar de leeftijd toen we nog konden huilen met een boek in de armen, toentertijd, tussen kinderjaren en puberteit, in de bekoorlijke schijnwerper van ons leven.

Ce-nseamn? s? ai o femeie? C?ci ai avut cu adev?rat zeci de femei cu care ai f?cut dragoste, ÅŸi-n schimb simÅ£i c? niciodat? n-ai posedat mai deplin, mai extatic pe cineva decât pe puÅŸtoaica ce Å£i-a aruncat o privire într-un troleibuz aglomerat, ÅŸi pe care n-ai mai v?zut-o de-atunci niciodat?.

Am mai v?zut fotografii de-ale ei de cînd era doar o adolescent?. Toate mi s-au p?rut cu neputin?? de suportat, ca ÅŸi cînd ai vrea s? Å£ii mîna pe un fier înroÅŸit. Nici nu ÅŸtia c? exiÅŸti cînd ÅŸi le-a f?cut, iar faptul c? ai pierdut momente atît de preÅ£ioase din viaÅ£a ei c? a risipit atîta emoÅ£ie pentru altcineva decît pentru tine, chiar dac? pentru nimeni, este de neînÅ£eles, de netr?it.

Te-am iubit aÅŸa cum m-ai iubit ÅŸi tu, ca un nebun, ca un strigoi, f?r? s? înÅ£eleg ce fac, f?r? s? înÅ£eleg ce se întâmpl? cu noi, de ce am fost ursiÅ£i s? ne iubim f?r? s? ne iubim, de ce am fost ursiÅ£i s? ne c?ut?m f?r? s? ne întâlnim...

You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.

In the mind, in the heart, I was always home. I always imagined, really, going back home.

and I put on "All My Love" and watched the sun rise yet again and thought thank you Robert Plant for all your love but do you have anymore?

It may have been the light at 5:36 on a June evening or it may have been the smell of dust combined with sprinkler water or the sound of the neighbour kid screaming I'll kill you but suddenly it was like I was dying, the way I missed her. Like I was swooning, like I was going to fall over and pass out. It was like being shot in the back. It was such a surprise, but not a very good one. And then it went away. The way it does. But it exhausted me, like a seizure.

Mas tudo parecia tão remoto, tão abstrato e estranho para ele. Quanto mais olhava para o mar e para o céu, mais afastado se sentia da humanidade.

So far away, the one I love. What sky are you under tonight? What wind will my song ride... To carry my voice to you? Tell me, winds, Where he may be. Tell me, winds, What star he looks upon. My ears are like two white seashells, Listening for dawn to come.

Love is the most important thing a person can know... If you should win love once, you'll know it is harder than death to let go.

I Want A Puppy! Right Here! Right Now!

Resentment" is one such euphemism: a polite word for the longing to hurt those you believe have wronged you. The politics of resentment are the politics of revenge.

Je ne me fîerai point à des propos si doux, Qu'un peu de ses faveurs, après quoi je soupire. Ne vienne m'assurer tout ce qu'ils m'ont pu dire.

ARNOLPHE. WAS SHE sad after I went away? Georgette. Sad? No. Arnolphe. No? Georgette. Yes, yes. Arnolphe. Why, then? Georgette. May I die on the spot, but she expected to see you return every minute; and we never heard a horse, an ass, or a mule pass by without her thinking it was you.