Quotes About Longing

yearning and grief for lost places.

dying for something to finally come.

one of the hardest things in life is fessing up to what you want most, because if you do that, and you don't get it, it's so hard to be without it.

she feels a strange mix of emotions: a kind of excitement mixed with a vague sadness. A longing for a specific kind of inclusion she both aspires to and fears. And, oddly, she feels a sense of failure, of shame. She knows its nonsensical, but there it is, big inside her, this sense of having screwed everything up, of having lost something she never had.

He taught her one of her favorite words: hiraeth, a Welsh word that means a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that maybe never was; it means nostalgia and yearning and grief for lost places.

When did After start? I don't remember it starting. I only remember it having arrived. Things were bad for such a long time before he left. But I miss him. I can feel loneliness in my like circulation; as constant and as irrefutable.

It's not always a good idea, digging around in the past," he said. "I done that once. I went to see the girl who got away. And I remembered real soon why I let her get away.

had been a long time since he'd touched a woman like that It was that he'd never touched a woman like Claire at all. Not one who was all cool culture and calm comportment and classy custom.

it had been longer ago than last Thanksgiving that she'd experienced the perspiration thing. A quick tally told her just how long, and she suddenly realized why she was suddenly so preoccupied with breathless, aching, ferocious, insistent, sweaty, wanton, ah… that feeling a woman should probably have for a man with whom she intended to spend the rest of her life.

After all, it had been…how long since his last sexual encounter? He did some mental math: carry the one, make the seven an eight…multiply by pi…add the square root of sixty-two…do the hokeypokey and turn yourself around…When he saw the final number, he immediately erased the blackboard. No way could it have

That had been last Thanksgiving. And it had been longer ago than last Thanksgiving that she'd experienced the perspiration thing. A quick tally told her just how long, and she suddenly realized why she was suddenly so preoccupied with breathless, aching, ferocious, insistent, sweaty, wanton, ah…that feeling a woman should probably have for a man with whom she intended to spend the rest of her life.

Darling, I don't want you; I've got no place for you; I only want what you give. I don't want the whole of anyone.... What you want is the whole of me-isn't it, isn't it?-and the whole of me isn't there for anybody. In that full sense you want me I don't exist.

She wished him at her side this very moment. If only to turn it all to rights by doing his very best to turn it all to ruin.

i love you Ivy. I'll never stop loving you. I prayed for one more chance to reach you, he said, to tell you how much I love you and to tell you to keep on loving. Someone else was meant for you,Ivy, and you were meant for someone else.

I'll never stop wanting to kiss you, he whispered.

If only I could be here alone, without Judith or anyone, she thought with longing. Someday I am going to come back to this place, when there is time just to stand still and look at it. How often she would come back she had no way of foreseeing, nor could she know that never, in the months to come, would the Meadows break the promise they held for her at this moment, a promise of peace and quietness and of comfort for a troubled heart.

There is no escape if love is not there, Hannah had said. Had Hannah known when she herself had not even suspected? It was not escape that she had dreamed about, it was love. And love was Nat.

No I have not asked Jesus to join us. All I hope and long for now is that He will ask me to join Him.

Desiring another person is perhaps the most risky endeavor of all. As soon as you want somebody—really want him—it is as though you have taken a surgical needle and sutured your happiness to the skin of that person, so that any separation will now cause a lacerating injury.

When you have only two minutes to say good-bye to the person you love most in the world, and you don't know when you'll see each other again, you can become logjammed with the effort to say and do and settle everything at once.

I know this simple fact to be true, for I myself have abandoned people who did not want me to go, and I myself have been abandoned by those whom I begged to stay.

I will tell you why we have these extraordinary minds and souls, Miss Whittaker, he continued, as though he had not heard her. We have them because there is a supreme intelligence in the universe, which wishes for communion with us. This supreme intelligence longs to be known. It calls out to us. It draws us close to its mystery, and grants us these remarkable minds, in order that we try to reach for it. It wants us to find it. It wants union with us, more than anything.

There's a part of me which has always wanted to hear a man say, Let me take care of you forever, and I have never heard it spoken before. Over the last few years, I'd given up looking for that person, learned how to say this heartening sentence to myself, especially in times of fear. But to hear it from someone else now, from someone who is speaking sincerely...

To show a longing for anything that one cannot have, for instance, is not a clever position.