Quotes About Longing

How terribly unfair that his whole self aches because of the shape of a shoulder, the soft line of a hip.

This period in your life, it feels like it's forever. But, if you're lucky, life is long and each of these forevers will oneday seem fleeting.

My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream.

I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you.

Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.

There was something I wanted, something I envisioned, loving parents, a happy home with everyone smiling at me. A home that no one would ever want to leave, a warm place , a warm person. It exists, I know it does

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

Because you are like that sky. Because I feel it so much that it breaks my heart…I love you.

When did I start feeling like my name had a special ring to it whenever you called out to me? When did I start doing dumb stuff over and over again, as long as I knew it would make you smile. When did I start...loving you so much I couldn't stand it?

I do want to be with him. Not being able to...breaks my heart. It breaks my heart.

Even now someone might be envying another for something they don't see in themselves. They might be longing for a quality they already posses.

I can't. Stop...don't go anywhere...don't leave me.

I want to go home.' The moment the smell hit her, the words came into her head. She didn't know exactly what home it was she wanted to go to, certainly not the one she'd just left. But why didn't she want to go back there? And where did she want to go? She felt lost.

My heart faltered, overcome by its frightened, almost frenzied beating because of something I had just lost, or was on the point of losing for ever. My fingers grasped at his hand with such violence that no force in the world, no matter how great, could take it away from me.

Never give up what you want most for what you want today.

Time is clearly not our natural dimension. Thus it is that we are never really at home in time. Alternately, we find ourselves wishing to hasten the passage of time or to hold back the dawn. We can do neither, of course, but whereas the fish is at home in water, we are clearly not at home in time--because we belong to eternity.

But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize, their heart's desire, their dream... But the price of getting what you want, is getting what you once wanted.

There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart's Desire.

Don't you understand brother? I want to find a love...that will free me from this love...

this was a thing you keep up on in high school, girls you secretly like but can't get at 'cause they're dating somebody, maybe a friend, and so you file 'em away and hope the guy joins the army and gets sent to laos or something…

Yeah, but satisfaction brought him back.

Men she thought, could make a clean break with a woman, could leave in the way Parveen's husband had. Or could even be left, like George and determine to make a life another way. It was women who longed to retain ties and connections, to mix things up in complicated ways.

I feel like the oldest person in the world with the longest stretch of life before me.

You don't write a novel out of sheer pity any more than you blow a safe out of a vague longing to be rich. A certain ruthlessness and a sense of alienation from society is as essential to creative writing as it is to armed robbery.