Quotes About Longing

The letter should have been a thousand pages long. It should have talked about the end of evolutionary chains and the loss of free range, about cowboys struggling with the corners of the wire, like the corn husks of winter.

A mãe teve reuniões com vários professores. (...) «Robert vive num mundo construído por ele. Eu sei que ele é meu filho, mas por vezes tenho a sensação de que ele veio não de mim e do meu marido, mas de algum outro lugar para onde tenta voltar. (...)»

no soy más que un hombre. Y todas las elucubraciones filosóficas que puedo conjurar no me salvan de desearte, todos los días, a cada momento ni el despiadado gemido del tiempo, el tiempo que nunca puedo pasar contigo, dentro de mi cabeza. Te amo profundamente, totalmente. Y será siempre así.

Once a person knows a kiss and a kind word, you can't blame him for never wanting to live without them again.

This is why I'm here on this planet, at this time, Francesca. Not to travel or make pictures, but to love you. I know that now. I have been falling from the rim of a great, high place, somewhere back in time, for many more years than I have lived in this life. And through all of those years, I have been falling toward you.

We'll all be riding that streetcar of desire.

Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.

Under the wide and starry sky,Dig the grave and let me lie.Glad did I live and gladly die,And I laid me down with a will.This be the verse you grave for me:Here he lies where he longed to be;Home is the sailor, home from sea,And the hunter home from the hill.

Strange how we had longed for the feel and smell of land when afloat and now longed for the touch of ship and spray now that we were ashore. No

Dearest, I cannot loiter here in lather like a polar bear.

We wished our two souls might return like gulls to the rock. In the end, the water was too cold for us.

Why do we hunger so for vicious things? Our wishes bend the statues of the gods.

For a week my heart has pointed elsewhere: it brings us here tonight, and ties our hands– if we leaned forward, and should dip a finger into this river's momentary black flow, infinite small stars would break like fish. from "The Charles River

After loving you so much, can I forget you for eternity, and have no other choice?

You lie in my insomniac arms, as if you drank sleep like coffee.

Happiness? No, it's not there for me.

Let it be the house, please let it be the house.

The soul," he'd said one night by a campfire in the Valley of the Kings, "is like a falcon. Despite its loyalty to the falconer, it longs to fly free. When my time comes, let my soul soar into the wind and the sky. Wherever its natural home is meant to be, that's where it will go.

is like a falcon. Despite its loyalty to the falconer, it longs to fly free. When my time comes, let my soul soar into the wind and the sky. Wherever its natural home is meant to be, that's where it will go." Although she had found such

The soul," he'd said one night by a campfire in the Valley of the Kings, "is like a falcon. Despite its loyalty to the falconer, it longs to fly free. When my time comes, let my soul soar into the wind and the sky. Wherever its natural home is meant to be, that's

GIs were good for a Hershey's bar.

The soul," he'd said one night by a campfire in the Valley of the Kings, "is like a falcon. Despite its loyalty to the falconer, it longs to fly free.

soul," he'd said one night by a campfire in the Valley of the Kings, "is like a falcon. Despite its loyalty to the falconer, it longs to fly free. When my time comes, let my soul soar into the wind and the sky. Wherever its natural home is meant to be, that's where it will go.

Boredom is the inner conflict we suffer when we lose desire, when we lack a lacking.