Quotes About Longing

be still my beating heart...

The civilian world was a dull place, a tired three-piece orchestra, waiting for the word 'fun'.

Just like real sex, the touching was good, but there came a point in time when a woman needed to be filled - deeply.

How needy man is.

You have to remember that I've been lonely for a long time. Loneliness is like ice. After you've been lonely long enough you don't realize you're cold, but you are... I don't know, maybe at the center of me there's some ice that never will melt, maybe it's just been there too long. But you mustn't worry. You didn't put it there.

You're like a starving person whose stomach is shrunk up from not having any food. You're shrunk up from not wanting nothing.

We mostly quarreled. He wanted what I wouldn't give. I wanted what he didn't have.

He was tired of seeing his family only in dreams.

I miss Gus...I get to expecting to hear him talk and he ain't here. My ears sort of get empty.

I make my share of mistakes, but one I never make is to underestimate the power of things. People imbued from childhood with the myth of the primacy of feeling seldom like to admit they really want things as much as they might want love, but my career has convinced me that plenty of them do. And some want things a lot worse than they want love.

Of all the women he knew, she had meant the most; and was the one person in his life he felt he had missed, in some ways.

There was something different about her, Jake had to admit. She had a beautiful face, a beautiful body, but also a distance in her such as he had never met in a woman. Certain mountains were that way, like the Bighorns. The air around them was so clear you could ride toward them for days without seeming to get any closer. And yet, if you kept riding, you would get to the mountains. He was not so sure he would ever get to Lorie. Even when she took him, there was a distance between them.

Augustus remembered his own love for Clara Allen—it had pained him and pleased him at once.

I get to expecting to hear him talk and he ain't here. My ears sort of get empty.

There was a period when he wanted to go back, when it would have been nice to sit with Maggie a few minutes and watch her fiddle with her hair. But he chose the river, and his solitude, thinking that in time the feeling would pass, and best so: he would stop thinking about Maggie, she would stop thinking about him... But it didn't pass--all that passed were years.

God was knocking, and he wanted in bad.

Unrequited love is just another addiction.

He stood quite still, freezing, and somebody somewhere owed him infinite love.

But men can forget. If too much time goes by, they can forget what they have. How much they want what they have.

It's weird to live somewhere where you can't see the stars.

How do you explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been.

How do you explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been. Home. When you weren't sure you'd ever get to have one. That's what he was to me. That's who he was.

explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been. Home. When you weren't sure you'd ever get to have one.

I was suddenly and completely inundated by it. What had been lost in losing him.