Quotes About Longing

Living is cold and technical without you, a death mask of itself.

Maybe I'm getting tired – I can't think of anything but nights with you. I want them warm and silvery.

Scott-there's nothing in the world I want but you-and your precious love. All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live in a sordid, colorless existence-because you'd soon love less-and less-and I'd do anything-anything-to keep your heart for my own-I don't want to live-I want to love first and live incidentally.

David, I'll fly for you, if you'll love me!" "Fly, then." "I can't fly, but love me anyway." "Poor wingless child!" "Is it so hard to love me?" "Do you think you are easy, my illusive possession?

I do not want to live. I want to love and then to live, incidentally.

It is very melancholy without you. I love you more all the time and since I did not think there was any more it's an overwhelming and frightening state to be in.

and it seemed to me—Oh, I don't know! As if it held all the things I've always tried to find in everything else.

without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think - or live - I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.

All these soft, warm nights going to waste when I ought to be lying in your arms under the moon - the dearest arms in all the world - darling arms that I love to feel around me - How much longer - before they'll be there to stay? When I do get home again, you'll certainly have a most awful time ever moving me one inch from you.

Ea îl aÈ™teapt?, aÈ™a cum a cerut, È™i chiar dac? n-a cerut ea aÈ™teapt?, È™i poate nu pe el, ci trecutul, care în parte era È™i al lui, pentru c? acum i se pare c? nici o fapt? pe care a f?ptuit-o de atunci È™i nici o tr?ire pe care s tr?it-o de atunci È™i nici un sim??mânt pe care l-a simÈ›it de atunci nu au izbutit s? fie mai presus de trecutul acela.

Christmas was always the worst… What's the point of Christmas without any kids to share it with?

Wouldn't it be wonderful if our mind growled like our stomach does when it is hungry?

I'm a child in that respect: able to live, physically speaking, on a crumb of anticipation for weeks at a time, but always in danger of crushing the waited-for event with the freight of my excessive hope.

She swallowed hard, taking him in, as rain pattered around them. Nothing back. He held nothing back, and she kept giving him meager handfuls. He deserved better than that. She would set things to rights.

He could never have enough of Eva. The heat of her, this hidden wild woman who was his alone. That they were both fully dressed but bare in the most important places only sharpened his excitement.

apathy is a disease and some days i long for it.

You know how it is to want something. Desire builds like a little house in your head and it sits there, half-constructed in your mind. Women who want children are this way. Artists are this way about pictures. It doesn't go away. You may forget for a few months but then it's back, the unfinished pieces of what you want.

Happiness is the gap between loving and longing.

Love is the essence of life. Love is the universal language of all creation. Love is the eternal desire. Love is the life's flower with fragrance to share. So feel the longing for love and being beloved.

It's about damned time," he said in a husky voice. "If I had to wait five more minutes to kiss you, I think I probably would have turned into a dragon myself.

i want you so much I feel like I'm going to explode." "I hear that Marines are good with explosions," Beka said.

Hold on." He reaches back, his hand momentarily grazing my thigh. I lean into him, my arms tighten around his waist as the waves bounce up and down. We're skin to skin, two bodies melded together into one. I want to stay where I am with him, in the water, forever.

Dying of love for what does not love them.

It was not like everyone had said. Not like being needed, or needing; not desperate; it did not whisper that I'd come to harm. I didn't lose my head. No, I was not going to leap from a great height and flap my wings. It was in fact the opposite of flying: it contained the wish to be toppled, to be on the floor, the ground, anywhere I might lie down. . . . On my back, and you on me.