Quotes About Longing

But when a girl has set one's heart on fire, What won't one do to gain the heart's desire

I wondered what that would feel like. What would it be like to have someone want me that much that he…just grabbed me and held on as hard as he could.

It's a seduction, Annie. It's about want. Not need." "You've already seduced me," she whispered. "All I want is you.

She was saying words she didn't totally believe yet. And maybe I was, too. But I wanted them to be true. For the first and only time in my life, I wanted to belong to someone and have that person belong to me.

It wasn't sex. It wasn't just sex. It was her. I wanted her and I wanted the honor of being wanted by her. And fuck if I hadn't made my whole life about getting what I wanted.

This is where I lived – she lived there, too. I could see it in her face. Her eyes. The way she carried herself. In the place between what we wanted and what we had. And this is where all the pain lived.

We'd been fucking each other for months without touching. And the last few days had this thing between us strung so tightly it was amazing we could move. He was going to wreck me. Break me. And I'd never needed anything more.

And that the surest way to bring destruction upon the things she wanted was to want them in the first place. Her

I kept this place for you inside me for four years. Every day. Every night.

That's the answer, Rosa. That you will always be the answer about whether or not I want you. I will always want you. I will die wanting you.

What do you want?" she asked, like she honestly didn't know. "What I've always wanted. What I'll want for the rest of my life," I told her with the same intensity I'd used to say my vows four years ago. "You.

I'm not letting you go," I told her. "And it's selfish and wrong and sooner or later you're going to wake up and realize that I can't love you the way you should be loved. Or want to be loved, and it doesn't matter.

I'm scared that the way I want you will tie me to you when I know that's not what either of us wants. Or needs. But I'm must so…" I trailed off because there were so many words that could fill in that blank. Lonely. Needy. Broken.

And it was like he couldn't hold her close enough, or hard enough against him, and I've…I've never been held like that. Not once. Not ever. And I wondered what that would feel like. What would it be like to have someone want me that much that he…just grabbed me and held on as hard as he could.

I loved him in the way that one loves those who no longer matter: poignantly.

What I feel in that kitchen is the way humans are so flawed and so perfect, and I want to share bodies. You know your old dog? That's how I feel—I want to climb on people, breathe their breath, lick the inside of stranger's mouths. I don't know these two, but who do we ever know, really, past the skin? How do we get there?

I lost my dad way too early and it was agonisingly awful. I missed him so much and I hated knowing that I could never again pick up the phone to tell him about my day.

a thousand songs that made people bite their lips and bob their heads, recalling a place they once lived, a person they once loved, a version of themselves they'd forgotten.

That's the way it is with dreams. They scratch at your door. You see them through the peep hole: a stray dream looking for a home. You think it might go away if you ignore it. Wrong. It's still there when you open the door, smiling. Wagging its tail.

and then I began to drift, fighting tears. I used to come here with Miriam. Miriam, my heart's desire. What was troubling her this morning? Maybe Kate had reproached her on the phone for leaving me? How dare Kate. Oh yeah? Go for it, my darling. Remind her of what she's missing. No, don't.

The longing and impatience of boyhood give way to the longing and discontent of manhood, and the future you anticipate is still just around the corner.

A person doesn't have to be here to love you.

Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me. No hope, no harm; just another false alarm

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.