Quotes About Longing

You make your life with someone and you love that person and you think it's enough. But it's never enough, is it? I couldn't say. I don't know anything about love anymore.

All her stories seemed to involve rowboats and ukuleles, full moons and campfires and grog. I was desperately jealous.

Because everyone wants to be looked for, whether they realize it or not.

Those early days in Paris were nearly forty years behind him and yet, in the final pages he writes of Hadley, "I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

You on the train and me here and everything emptier now you're gone. Tell me, are you real?

You make your life with someone and you love that person and you think it's enough. But it's never enough, is it?

I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris.

I was just as terrified that even if he did finally choose me, our love wouldn't be the lasting kind.

He wanted them both, but there was no having everything, and love couldn't help him now. Nothing could help him but bravery, and what was that anyhow?

He read aloud to me as I curled next to him, both of our bodies in a warm arc of light. For nearly ten years I'd wanted this…this exactly. Is he really here? I thought. Am I? Denys read on, his voice rising and falling, while a leopard moth that had got caught in the curtains stopped struggling for a moment, and realized it was free.

He wanted everything there was to have, and more than that.

Strolling, I felt the dark tug at me, and a pleasant itch to be out of my dress, out of my skin even.

His eyes cut sideways at me in the mirror, and my pulse quickened. It was something to have his attention, even briefly. Like a bright light passing my way before moving on.

Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris

Some nights I would try to close the distance and make love to Jock.

I've been looking for you everywhere," he said, taking my arm. Without

All I knew of men beyond farm life and work were the warm, confusing thoughts I sometimes had late at night now, about being touched or taken, thoughts that could make my cheeks hot even when I was alone in my hut.

and yet just now, in my cold cot, I felt strangely close to him. It was his life I was reaching for in coming here, and if I couldn't have my father back, exactly, maybe not ever, I could have the rightness of looking in the same direction, of stepping into his shadow with my own. I didn't know a thing about marriage or men—that had been proven well enough. But I did know horses. For the first time in a long time, I was exactly where I should be.

I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her." What

We had both tried for the sun, and had fallen, lurching to earth again, tasting melted wax and sorrow. Denys wasn't hers, or mine.

Knowing he was suffering pained me. That's the way love tangles you up. I couldn't stop loving him, and couldn't shut off the feelings of wanting to care for him—but I also didn't have to run to answer his letters.

I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

though I leaned against him and tried to meet the kiss and to take it in, I couldn't quite feel it. I couldn't feel us. —

I had never spent so much time by the sea, and hated the way the air thickened with salt and sat on my skin and made me always long for a bath. I was far more comfortable with dust.