Quotes About Longing

And I kiss him. And it feels like, finally.

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back to.

The world has always been hungry, though it often does not know what it hungers for.

But I just put my hand on the back of his neck- And he says, "Viola-?" And I pull myself toward him- And I kiss him. And it feels like, finally.

I wish I had a hundred years," she said, very quietly. "A hundred years I could give to you.

Self-contained,' Gudmund had described him, but what that really meant was that it felt like he'd had a private burden to shoulder for as long as he could remember . . . Worse, it had been accompanied by an equally hard lifelong yearning, a feeling that there had to be more, more than just all this weight. Because if there wasn't, what was the point?

But Jesus, people need, you know? I know that. They need things and they don't know why, they just need them.

The only place you belong is the place you can never go back.

Ojalá me quedaran cien años -dijo con voz muy baja-. Cien años que darte.

He knew she wouldn't be in there – he couldn't hear the kettle boiling, which she always did first thing – but he'd found himself asking for her a lot lately when he entered rooms in the house.

I wish I had 100 years. 100 years I could give to you" - A Monster Calls

The ache of it. The ache of missing Gudmmund is so great he can barely stand it. Of missing how safe being with him felt, how easy it was, how funny and relaxed. Of missing the physical stuff, of course, but more than that, the intimacy, the closeness. Of missing just being held like that, cared for.

To see the ocean once is to learn how to miss it.

Because nothing I did with Charlie ever once felt like that kiss with Jack.

So much that he can only glimpse enough of to know that it's forever beyond his reach.

Drew missed Peter when he left, but it was like missing a hole.

That is what death is, a state of constant hunger, for the things you've left behind, for your memories, for life.

I want her so much, my heart feels heavy, like i'm grieving. Is this what they meant about that stomach feeling? They didn't say it felt this sad.

I have known her longer, my smile said. True, you have been inside the circle of her arms, tasted her mouth, felt the warmth of her, and that is something I have never had. But there is a part of her that is only for me. You cannot touch it, no matter how hard you might try. And after she has left you I will still be here, making her laugh. My light shining in her. I will still be here long after she has forgotten your name.

I wanted to tell her that she was the first beautiful thing I had seen in three years. That the sight of her yawning to the back of her hand was enought to drive the breath from me. How I sometimes lost the sense of her words in the sweet fluting of her voice. I wanted to say that if she were with me then somehow nothing could ever be wrong for me again.

But how awful would that be? How terrible to live surrounded by the stark, sharp, hollowness of things that simply were enough?

You," I said, "are sweet music in a distant room.

I would never normally approach a woman in this way, but I couldn't help but notice that you have the eyes of a lady I was once desperately in love with. " "What a shame to love only once," she said, showing her white teeth in a wicked smile. "I've heard some men can manage twice or even more." I ignored her gibe. "I am only a fool once. Never will I love again.

Could you help me catch the moon?" "I might be able to give you some advice," the old man said reluctantly. "But first you should think this over, boy. When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you'll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.