Quotes About Longing

When the Best is gone - I know that other things are not of consequence - The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care.

And whose 'I'll meet you' hesitates If love inquire, 'Where?

I find myself still softly searching for my delinquent palaces.

Brewed from decades of agony! To think just how the fire will burn, Just how long-cheated eyes will turn

If you were here, and Oh that you were, my Susie, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us...

I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own.

Do I repine, is it all murmuring, or am I sad and lone, and cannot, cannot help it? Sometimes when I do feel so, I think it may be wrong, and that God will punish me by taking you away; for he is very kind to let me write to you, and to give me your sweet letters, but my heart wants more.

Ma Rivière coule vers Toi - Mer bleue - Veux-tu m'accueillir ? Ma Rivière attend une réponse. Ô Mer - montre-toi bienveillante ! J'irai te chercher des Ruisseaux Dans des vallons diaprés - Allez Mer - tu me prends ?

If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I'd count them on my hand, Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen's land. If certain, when this life was out, That yours and mine should be, I'd toss it yonder like a rind, And taste eternity.

it's funny how you can't exactly pick your crush. well, you can, but once it get hold of you, it's hard to shake off.

it occured to her that kissing and being kissed were two different things. and being kissed by someone you've really wanted to is something else again.

Someday being with Dex will be a distant memory. This fact makes me sad too. Its the initial stages of grief that seem to be worst but in some ways, Its sadder as time goes by and you consider how much they're missed in your life.

Don't you wish we could pick the people we love? Yeah, I say. Or just make the people we love want the same things we want.

I wonder why I miss her and Dex does not. Perhaps it is because I've known her so much longer. Or maybe it's the very nature of a friendship versus an intimate relationship. When you are in a relationship, you are aware that it might end. You grow apart, find someone else, simply fall out of love. But a friendship isn't a zero-sum game, and as such, you assume it will last forever, especially an old friendship. You take its permanence for granted, which might be the very thing so dear about it.

you'd do anything to get a soul mate back, right?… I mean, that's the nature of soul mates.

He was my escape, and sometimes that can feel an awful lot like love.

did I ever stop loving him the way you're supposed to stop loving everyone but the one you're with?

I don't love him, period. I didn't love him before this. I cared about him. And I wanted to love him. Maybe I could have grown to love him. But those feelings just weren't there. I liked the idea of him. It was exciting. He was exciting. Too exciting.

When you wanted to savor something, it would speed by in a blur. When you wanted to get past something, it would drag on forever. Elaine

A big mistake. The kind of mistake that brews resentment and dangerous fissures. The kind of mistake that makes your heart ache. The kind of mistake that makes you long for another choice, the past, someone else.

I close my eyes, inhale, and feel a rush of heat and energy that takes my breath away. It is the feeling of wanting something so much that it borders on an actual need, and the power and urgency of this need overwhelms me.

It's like when someone dies, the initial stages of grief seem to be the worst. But in some ways, it's sadder as time goes by and you consider how much they've missed in your life. In the world.

You were only in love with the idea of love. And now you are in love with the idea of a broken heart…

That although I love Nick, on most days I don't think he lassoed the moon