Quotes About Longing

The flames of Aphrodite maddened me; I loathed myself, and yearned outrageously like a starved wolf to fall upon the sheep.

I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.

I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the long afternoons when the house was empty. Only the sun was there to keep us company. We shut him out. And why not? Very soon she was as eager for what's called loving as I was - more lost and drowned afterwards.

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

He whirled round and round in his rapid love; it pricked him on the breastbone like a needle. He wanted to be shut up in a small space to think about it. He wanted to grab it and eat it like an apple so that nobody else could have it.

On the way back something very strange happened. I didn't realize I was going to say it, but I said out loud, "I wish I was dead"... the love and the beauty and the ecstasy of the whole experience I'd just gone through were really so alien. I didn't even know the man... it had been a one-night jag... he was married and had children... and I just felt lost. It hardly seemed worth living any more because once again I was alone.

You didn't give up wanting things because your life had put them out of reach.

Men had always wanted her, this Karintha, even as a child, Karintha carrying beauty, perfect as dusk when the sun goes down.

He has gone and we are missing him ! When you get accustomed to people or places or ways of living, and then have them snatched away, it does leave an empty, gnawing sort of sensation.

I hate the moonlight because it's beautiful and he isn't here to see it with me.

Seseorang tidak akan merindukan apa yang tidak dia miliki, tapi sungguh sulit rasanya hidup tanpa benda-benda tertentu setelah dia terbiasa memilikinya.

Please be thinking about me. I'm quite lonely and I want to be thought about

This is your heart. Keep it locked until the chap turns up who has the key.

Perché non riusciva a decidersi? Che cosa ci guadagnava a stare in mare, lontano da chi amava? Quale maledizione aveva colpito lui e tanti altri, che non trovavano il senso della vita se non lontano da ogni attracco?

That sense of some distant, unknown country from where she'd come and toward which she seemed to want to return.

At the outset of my protracted fast, deprivation sent me constantly to my imaginary larder. I was gluttonous.

Sometimes Robert believed one thing and sometimes the other, and he wondered if that was true of all those who loved too much and in vain.

My lips and eyes and heart were stinging when you kissed me in the dark. — Jack Garton to Jennifer Hammer, 2008 (age 24)

While I can't have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I'd take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I'd wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say 'Will you…' my answer is 'Yes', before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.

Why is the measure of love loss?

Is it because the wild-wood passion still lingers in our hearts, because still in our minds the voice of Syrinx lingers in melancholy music, the music of regret and longing, that for most of us there is so potent a spell in running waters?" Fiona Macleod.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?