Quotes About Longing

I think people see what they want to see... But think about it: if you'd lost someone you love, wouldn't you give almost anything to have the chance to see them again?

Yet one of the most important things we have to learn is how to cope with abundance and with our hunger for yet more abundance

If that blue could stay for ever; if that hole could remain for ever." There was nothing to make him last.

I hate you. If only I'd known. If only I'd been enough . I let you down. I wish I could have done something. I should have done something. Was it my fault? Why wasn't I enough? Come back. I love you. I'm sorry.

You make me happy, whenever you're around I'm safe inside your smile. You make me handsome, whenever I feel my nose just seems a bit too round. You make me special, and God knows I've longed to be that kind of guy to have around. You make me love you, and that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do.

The thing I can't, won't, mention to him is that I see Finch everywhere—in the hallways at school, on the street, in my neighborhood. Someone's face will remind me of him, or someone's walk or someone's laugh. It's like being surrounded by a thousand different Finches. I wonder if this is normal

It's at that moment that I can't help myself,even though she maybe hates me right now.I pull her in and kiss her the way I've always wanted to kiss her,a lot more R-rated and PG-13.I can feel her tense at first,not wanting to kiss me back ,and the thought of it breaks my heart.Before I can pull away,I feel her bend and then melt into me as I melt into her under the warm Indiana sun.And she's still here ,and she isn't going anywhere,and it will be okay.

I feel homesick for this London I left behind.

Me: How can I want you then when I don't want you now?

It's exhausting, constantly having to search for the people you love.

I wonder if this is the way it will be next year if I come to New York, or wherever I go—me trying to concentrate on college, on life, when all I'm doing is thinking about him. I wonder if he'll come with me, or if our built-in ending is high school.

I wish my heart wouldn't beat so fast.

Maybe it was just me imagining, me in overdrive for a girl I barely know, all because she's the first person I've met who seems to speak my language. A few words of it anyway.

Come back. I love you. I'm sorry.

He has never gone short of anything he wanted, you see, until he wanted me.

If you throw me out of this house, I shall sleep on the path outside. If you return to the Continent without me, I shall follow you. I will build a willow hut at your gate; I will sleep under your window; I will be waiting for you at your own front door.

I would prefer not to throw myself on a funeral pyre. Please come back to me.

I've seen you by candlelight, and midday, and firelight--and in a thunderstorm. And if I were struck blind as I stand here I would see you till I die as you are now, with tears on your cheeks, because I don't take you in my arms and fight the whole boiling lot of them for you!

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.

The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don't know where that elsewhere is.

Il a besoin de cette femme pour vivre comme on a besoin de boire et de manger.

an insane love for nudity desired but never possessed (42)

Quand mes mains te prennent, elles ne tiennent qu'un rien de ton être... Où es-tu donc tout entière, pour que j'aille t'y chercher ?

La nuit, je m'éveille, serrant le vide, serrant ton rêve.