Quotes About Longing

He felt as though he were hailing a ship.

When she goes, he though. I'll have all I want. Not all I want but all there is

I want to pull my hair back tight and smooth and make a big knot at the back that I can feel, she said. I want to have a kitty to sit on my lap and purr when I stroke her.

This was Brett, that I had felt like crying about. Then I thought of her walking up the street and stepping into the car, as I had last seen her, and of course in a little while I felt like hell again. It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.

What do you want? Everything. I want everything and I will take whatever I get.

Then nothing worries you?" "Only being sent away from you. You're my religion. You're all I've got.

I regarded home as a place I left behind in order to come back to it afterward.

I suppose she only wanted what she couldn't have. Well, people were that way.

You have that pleasant air of a dog in heat.

I loved the country so that I was happy as you are after you have been with a woman that you really love, when, empty, you feel it welling up again and there it is and you can never have it all and yet what there is, now, you can have, and you want more and more, to have, and be, and live in, to possess now again for always, for that long, sudden-ended always; making time stand still, sometimes so very still that afterwards you wait to hear it move,and it is slow in starting.

I want you so much I want to be you too.

I suppose she only wanted what she couldn't have. Well, people were that way. To hell with people. The Catholic Church had an awfully good way of handling all that. Good advice, anyway. Not to think about it. Oh, it was swell advice. Try and take it sometime. Try and take it.

Leave me with my memories. With my true, beautiful memories.

I wish I had the boy.

How every one he had slept with had only made him miss her more

I went out the door and suddenly I felt lonely and empty. I had treated seeing Catherine very lightly, I had gotten somewhat drunk and had nearly forgotten to come but when I could not see her there I was feeling lonely and hollow.

No. It's bad for me. Cole Porter wrote the words and the music. This knowledge that you're going mad for me.

He thought a little about the company that he would like to have. No, he thought, when everything you do, you do too long, and do too late, you can't expect to find the people still there. The people all are gone.

How are you? You old love-house of always.

He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed.

By then I knew that everything good and bad left emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.

All I wanted to do now was get back to Africa. We had not left it, yet, but when I would wake in the night I would lie, listening, homesick for it already.

Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together.

I've never loved any one else the way I love you. I'm full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.' 'Stop it. Harry, why do you have to turn into a devil now?' 'I don't like to leave anything,' the man said. 'I don't like to leave things behind.