Quotes About Longing

Skype or FaceTime or whatever Internet magic puts husband and wife on a computer screen. Until they find a way to convey touch, it doesn't do more than increase your longing.

I realize I've been calling out to Dad just like he's been calling out to me. Telling him the same thing the whole time. Not words from my mouth through the air, but from my heart through the earth, so only the two of us could hear it. FIND ME.

Missing someone feels like hunger. An insatiable emptiness right at the core of yourself.

A lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we're married to him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him. And that's why we always remember that first rapturous night when he was a stranger, and why this rapture returns only when he's dead.

You're my dream and I plan to sleep forever.

But every dream, if dreamed too long, turns into a nightmare. And we awake from such dreams screaming.

Ka?dy sen, ten czarowny i pi?kny, zbyt d?ugo ?niony zamienia si? w koszmar. A z takiego budzimy si? z krzykiem.

Todo sueño, si se sueña demasiado tiempo, se transforma en pesadilla

Little dryads fell asleep listening raptly to the wind blowing in the trees. Little witchers fell asleep listening raptly to their aching arms and legs. Our eyes also shone like Braenn's when we listened to the tales of Vesemir in Kaer Morhen. But that was long ago… So long ago… 'Well

Fringilla' he answered after a while. 'You're a woman a man can only dream about. My Fault, my only fault, is that I don't have the nature of a dreamer

every dream, if dreamed too long, turns into a nightmare. And we awake from such dreams screaming.

Non capisco perché non te ne vai, se stai così male con me." "Non voglio stare sola." "È tutto?" "È molto.

Ile to min??o od... Rok? -Rok, dwa miesi?ce i osiemna?cie dni. -Wzruszasz mnie. Celowo? -Celowo. Yen...

Ciri byÅ'a ju? na schodach, gdy jeszcze raz usÅ'yszaÅ'a gÅ'os Yennefer. Czarodziejka staÅ'a przy kolumnie, opierajÄ…c o niÄ… czoÅ'o. - Kocham ciÄ™, córeczko - powiedziaÅ'a niewyra?nie. - Biegnij.

JesteÅ› kobietÄ…, o której m??czyzna mo?e tylko marzy?. MojÄ…, tylko mojÄ… winÄ… jest, ?e nie mam natury marzyciela.

Men like to see their former lovers again to reminisce about the good old times. They take pleasure in imagining that their bygone love affairs assure them a perpetual right of possession on their ex-partners. It's good for their self-esteem. You're no exception, apparently.

Zamykam oczy i widzÄ™ zÅ'ote iskry. CzujÄ™ zapach jabÅ'ek. Branwen. Zapach piór sokoÅ'a siedzÄ…cego na mojej rÄ™kawicy, gdy wracam z Å'owów. ZÅ'ote iskry. WidzÄ™ jej twarz. WidzÄ™ krzywiznÄ™ policzka, maÅ'y, lekko zadarty nos. KrÄ…gÅ'o?? ramienia. WidzÄ™ j?… NoszÄ™ j?… NoszÄ™ jÄ… na wewnÄ™trznej stronie powiek.

Lytta Neyd byla žena, s níž by jenom absolutní pomatenec chtÄ›l navázat vztah na delÅ¡í dobu než na jednu dvÄ› noci. Je zajímavé, že právÄ› takovéto ženy neovladatelnÄ› pÃ…â"¢itahovaly zástupy muž? usilujících o mnohem delÅ¡í vztahy.

Sometimes I imagine a map composed only of the places I'd like to see once more.

Kocha si? to, czym si? nigdy nie b?dzie.

T?skni si? do rzeczy g?upich. Nawet wtedy gdy jest si? m?drym, wtedy chyba najbardziej…

What is memory, anyway, if not for the endless exchange of currency, a continual allowing and distributing, a counting in the hope that the total will be right, that what once was will return with no shortage, whole, untouched, and perhaps even with interest, through love and longing?

You know, when you've lost the person you love most in life, the pain doesn't ever feel like it's going to go away. It's not going to be okay. You're never going to hold them in your arms again, never going to laugh at their stupid jokes, never going to quarrel over something trivial . . . they're never . . . just never there again.

As soon as you stop wanting something, you get it.