Quotes About Longing

Perhaps she's in love with the last memory she has of you.

From my novel "Broken Things" (Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas): Those eyes had haunted his dreams?and nightmares too?for over a quarter of a century. "I wanted to tell you Allie's in town. Allie Drake. You remember her, don't you?" Jack's gaze shifted back to his brother's grinning face and suddenly he wanted to pop Steve right in the nose. Did he remember Allie Drake? What a stupid question!

When the line of incoming guests ended, Peyton put his arm around Carrie's waist. She looked enchanting tonight with her reddish-brown tresses pulled back off her face save for the ringlets that brushed against her bare shoulders. Her skin glowed with softness, and Peyton longed to kiss his way down her neck and across her collarbone.

The body is ninety percent water, ninety percent thirst. I have been searching for a mineral that drowns want.

Lui la guarda da pochi centimetri alla luce del mattino: con gli occhi chiusi, i capelli confusi dalla notte e dalle danze, l'aspetto di donna e di ragazzina. Gli sembra che i suoi lineamenti e le sue forme corrispondano con perfetta naturalezza a qualunque sogno abbia mai coltivato, colmino qualunque vuoto abbia mai provato.

But would the morning sun rise if I could not look on Michael's face? Page 44

But somewhere in America, between the freeways and the Food-4-Less, between the filling stations and the 5-o-'clock news, behind the blue blinking light coming off the TV, there is a space, an empty space, between us, around us, inside us, that inevitable, desperate, begs to be filled up. And nothing, not shame, not God, not a new microwave, not a wide-screen TV or that new diet with grapefruits, can ever, ever fill it. Underneath all that white noise there's a lack.

I miss my room. I miss my bed. I miss being a little punk with no care in the world, giving two fucks about it, just looking for trouble. I guess I found it.

I knew there was something holding me here. It wasn't paprikash. Or nostalgia for my meager childhood... ...Somewhere in me a nearly voiceless child was asking to know the rest of the story that had been interrupted.

Nursing homes and rest homes are all the rage round here. Most of us will be in them before very long. Do you fancy that? Are you looking forward to it? No, neither am I. But I'm doing something about that. Just whisky and cigarettes, so far, mostly.

Let my soul in its journey into you Never rest anywhere.

We want not only to be loved, but to be loved alone.

You know, when people who were once religious no longer believe in God, they never really change; they just go on, hunting for the ecstatic food, trying to satisfy that hunger.

What do you like to do? Do you like to get fucked a long time, deeply, slowly, searchingly?

He was more than ever certain that he had a vague romantic destiny. Little wonder that when he looked at strangers on the street now, his unquiet yearning for rescue went out to them.

He fell in love with people he did not know how to meet.

We wanted to be loved by Malone, with this egotistic detail: that it would be an exclusive love.

They made love much later on a mattress in the living room, as the cries of children playing in the street echoed around them, and when Malone left he had fallen in love; not with the young man, but the thought of him in the bathtub with his candles reading books of anatomy; and when Malone went to see him the next time, he simply sat with him in the bathroom and did not even ask to make love.

The other two things are... well, I had a huge appetite for old black and white movies on BBC 2. At the weekends they used to run matinees, and the more romantic the better.

I don't enjoy being in Europe for weeks on end, so I just skip it.

Occasionally, I have time to go to the theater, and I think for a minute, 'Man, I'd really love to be doing a play right now.' Because I loved doing plays when I was doing them. Then I think, 'I want to do it right now, but will I want to do that Sunday matinee in six weeks?'

The human longings that are deep inside of us never go away. They exist across cultures; they exist throughout life. When people were first made, our deepest longing was to know and be known. And after the Fall, when we all got weird, it's still our deepest longing - but it's now also our deepest fear.

I'm obsessed with my 20s. I buy things that I wanted in my 20s. It's weird; it's a weird thing that I didn't grow out of.

A trophy is always welcome, especially after many years without one.