Quotes About Longing

they seem to cry out that they want to be gods not humans.

he who only came to me dreaming

I want her to love me.

Love is never appeased if she's repressed

There is no other in my dreams, no beloved, there's no love . . .

what a block of hope what a kleptomaniac what a thief of life I am

of the heart saying strange strange it's not as if such fastenings could ever contain the regular yearning wing-beat of my evenings

just so abrupt and odd the way she went hungrily asking in the heart's thick accent

True love is a preview of heaven, and you do what you got to, to get it.

Sometimes you cry, Susie, even when someone you love has been gone a long time.

I fell in love with you again; While you were away - Jack Salmon

Never give up the search to have back what was lost too soon.

This perhaps is what is meant by hiraeth: a lifelong yearning for what is gona and out of reach.

Everything want to be loved. Us sing and dance and holler, just trying to be loved.

Like a short spoon in a tall glass, people's attention simply cannot reach the bottom of our profound longing to be valued. Only God can reach that place because he is the One who created that place.

No matter how far you are. No matter how long it takes him. Through Distance And Time I'll be waiting ..

Oh, Lord, bestow me with the power, that as much as I love her, I extinguish the need of loving her within me.

I miss you. I'm having the best sex of my life and I don't have anyone to tell about it." "You're having the best...this driving instructor is he best." "You know what my feet are like, right?" "I try not to think about them, but yes." "Well, he sucks my toes." There was a momentary silence, and then Bronwyn let out a long-suffering sigh. "Okay...

Onwillekeurig moest Claire aan William Macfarlane denken, zijn gezicht, zijn stem en zijn aanraking. Wat zou zij doen om hem terug te krijgen? vroeg ze zich af. 'Alles,' antwoordde haar Alice-zelf. 'Alles...

Claire kreunde zacht in zichzelf en wiegde heen en weer. Na al die jaren was ze eindelijk iemand tegengekomen van wie ze werkelijk hield, die ze met heel haar hart wilde. En hij was al eeuwen dood.

Maybe it was the converse of the way amputees feel pain in a missing limb. He really was there all those years, a flesh-and-blood presence streaming off the wallpaper, digging up the dogwoods, polishing the finials... smelling of sawdust and sweat and designer cologne. But I ached as if he were already gone.

Elednor,' he said, 'Elednor, why have you betrayed me? Come back to me. Come back to were you belong. I alone need you...

Speak to me, fair maid! Speak and do not go! What sorrows have your eyes inlaid With such black woe? My dam is buried deep Dark are my father's halls And carrion fowl and wolves now keep Their ruined walls From: The Lay of Andomian and Beruldh

Cuando eres joven deseas cosas, cuando eres mayor deseas desearlas.