Quotes About Longing

The only paradise is paradise lost.

If you lose a parent, it never goes away. As a kid, I dreamed about my father coming back for 15 or 20 years. I still do sometimes.

France and America have a long history of mutual loathing and longing. Americans still dream of Paris; Parisians still dream of the America they find in the movies of David Lynch.

The cute thing about being in a relationship is that you always miss being around your partner. After marriage, the good part is that you've got them forever. You have everything you wanted, and there's nothing more to achieve.

One of our fundamental human needs is finding our partner that we hope we will stay with for the rest of our lives. You often find the same search in other genres. The mystery novel has a romance subplot. Literary novels often focus on that relationship but do not often end well.

I have a song on my album called 'Distance' which I wrote in the pandemic all about not being to see my partner and having a sense of physical - and social - distance.

Parent and child may both love, but - unbeknown to the child - each party is on a different end of the axis. This is why, in adulthood, when we first long for 'love', what we mean is that we want to 'be loved' as we were once loved by a parent.

I always knew I wanted kids, but when my mom passed away I was like, 'I want a bunch of kids. I want three kids or four kids, and I want to have that relationship again.' I can't bring my mom back, but I can have children.

the more refined and intellectual our needs become, the less they are capable of satiety.

Once apon a time, Ian's dark, dreamy eyes had made her melt inside. The angle of his head, the wrinkle in the left corner of his lip—they'd obsessed her. And he'd been obsessed right back. Now all Amy wanted to do was throw her shoe at the screen.

And only the enlightened can recall their former lives; for the rest of us, the memories of past existences are but glints of light, twinges of longing, passing shadows, disturbingly familiar, that are gone before they can be grasped, like the passage of that silver bird on Dhaulagiri.

Do I want you to write to me? Indeed I do.... The others break my heart, but you will not. You a something divine in you that is not in other men. You have the touch that heals, not lacerates. And you know the secret places of our hearts... You have seen our whole voyage... [Y]ou see us not, chartless, adrift - derelicts.

I know virtually no one of my age who can remember a hug, or a smile from their father, or a 'Let's go play football.'

each has the oddest notion that they have already met and indeed known each other since long ago. It is more a feeling of profound recognition, almost surprise, than anything else, one that brings with it a sense of relief, as if their hearts are simply saying to one another, "Oh, there you are. Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you for the longest time.

The night itself wanted to touch her

It is important to always remember that at any time you think of it there are people being kept in buildings when they want to go outside.

sinful activities are whatever we do with the goal of bringing us into proximity with that which we believe will fill the void in our existence.

The lover is the one whose heart proclaims, "I had no need of you until I met you, but now I know I always needed you." Or alternatively, "I had no desire for you until I met you, and now I know that I have always desired you.

Uelskede har en tilbøjelighed til altid på ny at lade sig overmande af de livsformer, de bliver syge af. Når dette sker, synker de dybere og dybere ned i deres uelskethed. Kærligheden er fortsat ulevet.

Men netop den uelskede, som føler sig svag, har specielt meget brug for at give afkald på forældrekærligheden . Alt for megen energi er bundet til hans fortvivlende længsel. Mon det svage menneske, han anser sig selv for at være, overhovedet findes? Skal der ikke mange kræfter til at lade sig gøre så svag? Har styrken ikke skjult sig under svaghedens maske?

Pornography won't be enough. Because it never is. Sooner or later, all niggers want to touch the real thing. All dogs want to smell and taste the true information. All artists want to make their fantasies reality. And everyone with a cock wants to use it to fall in love.

She thought, instead, with longing of more books—of buying books—of slipping into a narrative of other people's lives. That was release.

Why should I hide That he is still my heart's desire More than all the world.   A furnace blast Of love has melted my heart Without his love, it can beat no more.

Walking, working, barely breathing My thoughts, far away Heart aching, mind racing Sleep does not come easily, nor last long....