Quotes About Longing

Swoon, Dora. Every young woman deserves to swoon over the love of her life.

Good ol' Rex, always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

Now science has presented us with a hope called stem cell research, which may provide our scientists with many answers that have for so long been beyond our grasp.

I love you so very much I don't even mind that life made me wait so long to find you. The waiting only made the finding sweeter.

I was starved for attention, while she insisted I didn't like to be hugged.

American spiritualism, -- a movement that at its peak claimed more than a million followers -- was born out of the basic human longing for contact with a loved one lost to death.

American spiritualism -- a movement that at its peak claimed more than a million followers -- was born out of the basic human longing for contact with a loved one lost to death. but to literalists, spiritualism's true spark came in 1848 from something no more or less powerful than a bored teenage girl.

Grinning with delight even as my heart ached—a familiar bittersweet feeling, that of enjoying affection from afar—I watched until they all went inside, the cab and the barouche drove away, and it became apparent that the moment of drama was over.

dreams pulled at him. His mom never should have sent him his list of dreamy-eyed

Who wants that? I'd rather choose to fall in love and be hurt. Sometimes I can't even sleep because I love someone too much. And there's always sadness in our lives. It's that sad feeling that keeps us going. - Usagi/Sailor Moon

Whenever I think of him... I don't know why, but my chest feels so tight, it's hard to breathe. I need to keep it secret just a little bit longer.

But it's more complicated than you think, how you feel about a person. Sometimes I think that if she'd asked me, even once, to stay, I would have stayed forever. The Rabbis teach that we each hold worlds within us. Maybe both these things are true. But she never asked. And so I had to leave.

It is hard now, very hard, but the difficulty is familiar. Her body wants something, and she is denying it.

someone a couple of years younger than her. She wants

It is hard now, very hard, but the difficulty is familiar. Her body wants something, and she is denying

I once had a lover and his arms were so strong that my skull was crushed in his grip. With his bare hands he plunged between my ribs and took hold of my heart. A wafer between his fingers it dissolved. Sometimes I wake up in the dark and stand in the hall and I can feel the cold draft pass freely through my chest as though there were nothing there.

Even now, years later, there's only one face I see when I hear the word "beautiful." High cheekbones with alabaster skin. The most astonishing green irises set in unblinking almond eyes. Long black hair, sleek as a waterfall of onyx.

You're already seared in my memory, kiska," he murmurs. "No picture necessary.

Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.

I hope before long to press you in my arms and shall shower on you a million burning kisses as under the Equator.

And suddenly, she longed for a thunderstorm.

As many of you know I travel a good bit and do not get to see my friends and family as much as I would like.

I missed him desperately, even though he'd said he hated me, even though his anger—the rampage at his house, the X through his yearbook page, the cruel way he withdrew from everyone—scared me. I didn't care if he wasn't my boyfriend, or even my friend. He was my Jonah. I felt more alone without him now than I'd ever felt before I met him. My life had a hole in it.

vulnerability equals weakness, and weakness arouses contempt. I had only to hide my longing and my desire, and they would be fulfilled. Or at least they'd have a chance.