Quotes About Longing

I waited with some anxiety, and suddenly, filling out the glass on the other side of the window was Winnie's lovely face. Winnie always dressed up for prison visits, and tried to wear something new and elegant. It was tremendously frustrating not to be able to touch me wife, to speak tenderly to her, to have a private moment together.

It had been twenty-one years since I had even touched my wife's hand.

Tout à coup je pensai à l'image vaine qui m'avait égaré si longtemps. « Sylvie, dis-je, arrêtons-nous ici, le voulez-vous ? » Je me jetai à ses pieds ; je confessai en pleurant à chaudes larmes mes irrésolutions, mes caprices ; j'évoquai le spectre funeste qui traversait ma vie. « Sauvez-moi ! ajoutai-je, je reviens à vous pour toujours. » Elle tourna vers moi ses regards attendris…

Undo it, take it back, make every day the previous one until I am returned to the day before the one that made you gone. Or set me on an airplane traveling west, crossing the date line again and again, losing this day, then that, until the day of loss still lies ahead, and you are here instead of sorrow.

Before his mistress a lover was prostrate, wounded to death by her beauty, killed by her disdain, obliged to an illimitable constancy, marked out for her dangerous service. A smile from her was in theory a gracious reward for twenty years of painful adoration.

No. He'll remain here. But - but - you sometimes get a feeling you're going away from someone forever...

I loved you once is among the saddest lines in humanity.

Love ... was part imagination, its web spun as much in the dark lonely separated evenings of longing as in the shared times together.

Listen, here's a human being who has suffered for love. It said Here's a heart aching, and that ache was large enough, urgent and familiar enough, for you all to feel it and by feeling participate in something you yourself were either too timid, closed or unlucky to have known personally, or had known in the long ago of your own innocence over which you had since grown the skin necessary to tolerate the loss and stay living.

When your spirit is uneasy, stillness can be a kind of suffering. And when you're young, the unlived life in you, all that future, urgent and unreachable, can be unbearable.

Where are you, Aeney? You slip away from me as you always did. Where are you?

Thursday is perhaps the worst day of the week. It's nothing in itself; it just reminds you that the week has been going on too long.

How do you measure absence? There had been minutes that had become hours, and hours that had been like a desert with no horizon. There had been days dull and deadened as lead, and whole weeks when she'd had to force herself forward, inch by inch, across their expanse. How do you know when your heart is ready once more?

Hope is a lover's staff,

What I missed was what I missed every year when the season ended and abruptly the radio was quiet. I missed them.

She had seemed to need something from him that he hadn't been able to give...at last he realized that what she had needed from him was need itself. That he should need her as she needed him.

The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence; else who could bear it?

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I'm sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another.

There's no love like the first.

Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn't make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.

You are the answer to every prayer I've offered. You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I don't know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have.

Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn't make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more.

You are, and always have been, my dream.