Quotes About Longing

I take a long drag on the Malediction like maybe it'll start a tornado and carry me back home like Dorothy.

I suppose I'll get over Janet, but it's going to be a long, sad process finding a new donut place.

Perhaps one stops smoking only when one starts to love cigarettes, becoming so enamored of their charms and so grateful for their benefits that one at last begins to grasp how much is lost by giving them up, how urgent it is to find substitutes for some of the seductions and powers that cigarettes so magnificently combine.

If to be absent were to beAway from thee;Or that when I am gone,You and I were alone;Then, my Lucasta, might I cravePity from blust'ring wind, or swallowing wave.

I will always try To hold my head up to the sky If only just to let you know That straight from my heart I still miss you so.

But it was hard to keep his hands still. He could almost feel them twitching emphatically with his strong desire to reach out and stroke the dog's head. He had such a terrible yearning to love something again, and the dog was such a beautiful ugly dog.

The hedonic treadmill says that no matter how much you have right now, you will want more, and when you get more, you will want more still—unless you're wise enough to save your money for some of the things that do lead to happiness.

Soon I will sleep. What shall I dream of, my love? I will dream of you, of course. And I will dream for a place for us to be, a sanctuary where hearts will never break again. This is my dream, my heart. Never forget that there is no end to us, as there can be no end to love. Love must last forever, or why else would there be love? Until then, I will dream.

I once heard it said that everyone needs love-and if they're denied, they'll find it, or a reasonable substitute somewhere.

I loved you, Jim. I loved you with all my heart. And you left me. You left me when I needed you the most. It's too late, it's too late. You can't come back.

We live in a world that's always making us work for love.

I still think the greatest hurt isn't to lose love, it's the regret of never having it. To have never felt love, that would be true tragedy.

Long ago, I gave you my soul. Take care of it for me, until I find you again.

The vitality of a human life can be measured by the intensity of one's desire. We know we are truly alive when we experience a drive for the "more" life. Human desire or longing is the source of our spiritual energy.

after visiting the Santa Anita Assembly Center, quoted a small girl she had overheard talking to her mother: "I am tired of Japan, Mother. Let's go back to America.

The sad, fucking truth was that no matter who you are, you never, ever, get your fill.

Live desired in the world, and die lamented.

with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because it's all I have, because I'm hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I'll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me 'cause I couldn't make you love me and I'm tired of pulling your teeth.

You wanted happiness, I can't blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you're not miserable.

We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars as the road around us grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through the glass already laced with frost, but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of lullabies. But damn if there isn't anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.

We pull our boots on with both hands but we can't punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.

He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place – well then, game over.