Quotes About Longing

I was possessed by what the Germans call Sehnsucht, one of those wonderfully untranslatable words that combines longing and nostalgia for a home that one doesn't even know is one's home.

Hey, a grown man can miss his mommy without shame.

William Pratchett's last words on this earth were an anguished cry of, 'I haven't had my custard yet.

You really aren't here at all. There isn't anybody but me. Jane, here alone in the dark, I miss you dreadfully!

I miss you dreadfully!

I could not make him understand that Heaven was not Heaven to me without Margrethe

I wished that I were back on the Hunters' farm, bathed in the warm protectiveness of Mrs. Hunter. I wished that I were in Vicksburg, sharing mutual loneliness with Georges.

Romantic love has always been inextricably tied to spiritual aspiration.

She walked a ways down the concourse, and looked back and waved and then turned a corner and was out of sight. I still stood for a moment, looking at the last place I had seen her, being careful not to be routine, while I became the other guy again, the one I was without her.

It was the longest we had been apart since we'd met. I said, "Home from the hills is the hunter.

Wanting more than you can have will spoil what you've got.

I sat and looked up at the blue sky and across at the blank windows for a long time. A woman I'd once cared about had worked in anadvertising agency over there. Sometimes, when the sun came at them from a different angle, I could see through the windows across the street and watch her moving about her office. Agency was gone now. Maybe the whole building was gone, replaced by a new one. It was hard to remember.

I want her with me," I said, "and more than that, I want her to want to be with me.

It was 10:45. Across the continent Susan would be putting on her makeup now, and spraying some perfume on herself and making sure her hair was perfect. I looked at my reflection in the window. My hair wasn't perfect. Neither was I.

And it's the reason I wanted you to live with me." "Not because I am cuter than a bug's ear?" "That too," Susan said. "But mostly I wanted to pretend to be what I had never been.

I finished my New Amsterdam Black & Tan. I wanted another one, but I was used to that. I always wanted another one.

You'll love me yet!--and I can tarry Your love's protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry, From seeds of April's sowing. I plant a heartful now: some seed At least is sure to strike, And yield--what you'll not pluck indeed, Not love, but, may be, like. You'll look at least on love's remains, A grave's one violet: Your look?--that pays a thousand pains. What's death? You'll love me yet!

Last night I saw you in my sleep: And how your charm of face was changed! I asked, 'Some love, some faith you keep?' You answered, 'Faith gone, love estranged.' Whereat I woke--- a twofold bliss: Waking was one, but next there came This other:Though I felt, for this, My heart break, I loved on the same.

This: no artist lives and loves, that longs not Once, and only once, and for one only, (Ah, the prize!) to find his love a language

But to have seen thee, and to die so soon!

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou'd sae kindly, Had we never lou'd sae blindly, Never met - or never parted - We had ne'er been broken hearted

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

Eat my heart Chew it hard Swallow my soul, too

He looks at me fondly. I know that the look doesn't have love in it. Or even lust. I still wonder about love or sex or lust. I saw lust in his eyes when he looked at that girl on the sidewalk … I love him, anyway. I love him because he's kind to me and he doesn't want my body, doesn't want to feel me or touch me, like all the others … and maybe after a while he might look at me with more than fondness, will kiss me sweetly, tenderly.