Quotes About Longing

When he was nearby, my body hummed. When he was away, there was this dull ache. With him near, I felt everything

There's something romantic about waiting for a letter in the mail, waiting for your destiny.

Hiç ç?kmam?? olsak da John'u yeniden görmek, eski erkek arkada?? görme hissi uyand?rm??t?. Hüzünlü bir his. Tan?d?k ama biraz tuhaft? çünkü aram?zda söylenmemi? o kadar çok ?ey vard? ki...

People say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I think they're wrong. Proximity makes the heart grow fonder.

Even though we never dated, seeing John again is what I imagine seeing an old boyfriend feels like. A wishful sort of feeling. Familiar, but just a little bit awkward, because there's so much left unsaid between us.

I cannot believe that John Ambrose McClaren read that letter. I didn't remember it to be so...naked. With so much...yearning. God, why do I have to be a person who yearns so much?

It was like something out of a movie. It feels like a long time ago now.

What would that have felt like, to have a boy do something like that for me? In the whole history of my letters, of my liking boys, not once has a boy liked me back at the same time as I liked him. It was always me alone, longing after a boy, and that was fine, that was safe. But this is new. Or old. Old and new, because it's the first time I'm hearing it.

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and you know that they'll never feel the same way? Probably not. People like you don't have to suffer through those kinds of things.

All I know is that every minute without him feels interminably long, like I'm waiting, just waiting for him to come back to me.

I feel a sense of yearning for the man I may never get to meet.

I didn't fully comprehend what a big part of my life he'd become. He'd become so...familiar to me. And now he's just gone. Not gone, still here, just not available to me, which might be even worse.

Tu sais ce que ça fait, d'aimer quelqu'un à un point presque insupportable, tout en sachant que la personne en question ne t'aimera pas

When someone's been gone a long time, at first you save up all the things you want to tell them. You try to keep track of everything in your head. But it's like trying to hold on to a fistful of sand: all the little bits slip out of your hands, and then you're just clutching air and grit. That's why you can't save it all up like that.

What we had was perfect, and it was finite in the way that all good things are. Nothing gold can stay. I take off the necklace Reeve gave me and then I cry until the sun comes up. For what could have been and what will never be.

Just hearing his name is like a dagger in my heart.

Je ne pensais pas que quelqu'un pouvait vous manquer encore plus douloureusement en étant assis à deux pas de vous. Peut-être parce qu'il ne me regarde pas, pas une seule fois.

Do you know what it's like to like someone so much you can't stand it and know that they'll never feel the same way? Probably not. People like you don't have to suffer through those kinds of things.

This is the moment I realise I don't love him, that I haven't for a while. That maybe I never did. Because he's right there for the taking; I could make him mine. But I don't want him. I want someone else.

I don't want to be with a boy whose heart belongs to somebody else. Just once, I want to be somebody's first choice.

Belly, your voice makes me want to run this car into the ocean.

and I'm already longing for him the way I long for Christmas in July.

They made me wish I had someone to whisper to in the backseat.

but for now it feels like I am standing on top of a lighthouse, waiting for my love's ship to come in. For a romantic kind of person, it's not an altogether unpleasant feeling, not for now, anyway. It'll be different when it's not so novel anymore, when not seeing him every day is the new normal, but for now, just for now, longing is its own kind of perverse delight.