Quotes About Longing

desire is a beast that must be fed!

loneliness has its own needs!

you had to have happiness to miss happiness!

The heart define whom we are were attracted to. I was attracted to him, sexually, mentally and maybe even spiritually. And the heart decided for how long that inner madness would last.

My hand slid into his. The warmth of his hand surrounded mine and made me wish Carson Boulevard was miles more than six lanes wide. He let my hand go when we made it to the sidewalk.

A man knows if he loves a woman in three months, if not three days, but what he desires in three hours, if that is all he desires, he should never get from you in three hundred years.

I felt it coming and it felt so good, the hollowness inside my belly, a rising savageness, a sensation of hunger that I wanted to run from, yet embrace; control, yet submit to; and all I could do was squirm.

Mustering this sad, mutinous little force, I drove them before me up the Linar gorge, cursing the lot of them. It was not difficult for me to work up a rage at this moment. All of a sudden I felt that revulsion against an alien way of life that anyone who travels in remote places experiences from time to time. I longed for clean clothes; the company of people who meant what they said, and did it. I longed for a hot bath and a drink.

She taught me to play the piano, and what it meant to miss somebody.

These bits speak history's tattered tale. How we cling to scraps, shards, sea glass- because we cannot stay.

Whatwe fear we also desire, and what we desire we fear.

I know that love is no cure, but rather the disease itself.

At times I hardly can believe in you. Except this ache, this longing in my gut, this emptiness which theorizes you because if there is emptiness this deep, there must be fullness somewhere.

But I am wise if not yet quite old, wanting the poem more than the lover, wanting words more than the sticky dew men secrete in their private places.

What is the arc of the plot of one's life? I want! I want!

Era come se lo stomaco pensasse di essere il cuore. E non importava quanto lo riempissi... di uomini, di libri, di cibo, di biscotti allo zenzero a forma di uomo, di poesie a forma di uomo e di uomini a forma di poesie... rifiutava di calmarsi. Senza fondo... ecco com'era. Ninfomania del cervello. Denutrizione del cuore.

Le cÅ"ur de l'homme est comme un oiseau enfermé dans la cage du corps.» Quand tu danses, le cÅ"ur, il chante comme un oiseau qui aspire à se fondre en Dieu.

Gdy rozstajemy siÄ™ z osobami, które bardzo polubiliÅ›my, lgnie do nich jakaÅ› sekretna melancholia.

Parfois, j'en viens à souhaiter qu'arrive très vite le jour où ma mère sera redevenue un nouveau-né pour que je la serre dans mes bras. Je lui dirais enfin combien je l'aime. Un baiser d'adieu pour moi. Pour elle un baiser de bienvenue...

Intimement, J'en ai le désir, presque le goût. Mourir plutôt qu'attendre la mort.

What kind of a kiss was that anyway? It was the kind that sucked your soul out of your body. Hey, she wanted to call out to the man who'd just left. You forgot to give my soul back.

Mike took a deep breath and locked all his muscles in place, so he didn't follow her. His fingers tingled where he had touched her skin, it was so soft, he'd never felt anything as soft.

Emma felt a compulsion to run her hands through it. To step into his arms and never leave. Desire shot to her knickers and an aching throb began between her thighs Shit, I didn't come here for this.

Odd, the years it took to learn one simple fact that the prize just ahead, the next job, publication, love affair, marriage always seemed to hold the key to satisfaction but never, in the longer run, sufficed.