Quotes About Longing

Besides, the storm which rages in her breast was increasing in its violence, and she would have burst her prison walls if her body could have enjoyed, for a single instant, the same proportions as her soul.

Who can say whether we shall ever see them again?' said Morriel with tearful eyes. 'Darling' replied Valentine, 'has not the count just told us that all human wisdom is summed up in two words? - Wait and hope (Fac et spera)

what despair to see a woman one loves longing for those thousand nothings from which women compose their happiness, and to be unable to give her those thousand nothings.

When I think of you my heart beats fast, the blood burns in my veins and I can hardly breathe.

Oh, Mercédès, I have spoken your name with sighs of melancholy, with groans of pain and with the croak of despair. I have spoken it frozen with cold, huddled on the straw of my dungeon. I have spoken it raging with heat and rolling around on the stone floor of my prison. Mercédès, I must have my revenge, because for fourteen years I suffered, fourteen years I wept and cursed. Now, I say to you, Mercédès, I must have my revenge!

hearts inflamed by obstacles to their desire grew cold in time of security;

But these first needs of the heart are so imperious, these outpourings of amorous melancholy in young people are at once so sweet and so bitter, that they have often all the real marks of the passion.

Has your worship or devotional experience lately provided you with ravishing tastes of what A. W. Tozer called the "piercing sweetness" 7 of Christ, only to leave you with a divine discontent that desires more?

Beneath the chinaberry tree at the school, on the wide rolling clay earth scattered with fallen berries, he had thought himself homesick. But now he felt as though the place he wanted to be no longer existed in the world.

This is a potent moment that many of us experience daily, if not hourly—the moment of feeling a longing for happiness. If we can get comfortable in being in that pause, however it manifests for us physically, psychologically, and emotionally, we have a better chance of responding to our longing in a way that is not simply a stopgap measure.

Heather wake up, it is I...Quinn. I have come back to you. Please wake up. I have missed you terribly and I love you so very much." Never

He wanted badly to tell her that he would never leave her that she belonged to him and always would, but that was not the truth. She did not belong to him. He

One thing was certain: She was probably past the point of making sure no one got hurt. Because she already knew that not seeing Cooper ever again, not feeling his body on hers, his mouth on hers, hearing him laugh, making him laugh, arguing, talking, finding notes tucked under starfish on her dashboard in the morning.

Sometimes I get bored riding down the beautiful streets of L.A. I know it sounds crazy, but I just want to go to New York and see people suffer.

Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.

Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it's going to kill us.

How many losses does it take to stop a heart, to lay waste to the vocabularies of desire?

And oh, the oh my nape of the neck. The up-swept oh my nape of the neck. I could walk behind anyone and fall in love. Don't stop. Don't turn around.

I want to stay on the back porch while the world tilts toward sleep, until what I love misses me, and calls me in.

He was so stark and male and beautiful that she hungered for him. Physically, to be sure. But also from someplace even more intimate, someplace where heart and soul melded into a yearning so strong, that she wanted to weep from it.

None of you [men] ask for anything—except everything, but just for so long as you need it.

For with my intuition I knew that this man was repeating a pattern over and over again: courting a woman with his intelligence and sympathy, claiming her emotionally; then, when she began to claim in return, running away. And the better a woman was, the sooner he would begin to run. I knew this with my intuition, and yet I sat there in my dark room, looking at the hazed wet brilliance of the purple London night sky, longing with my whole being.

How boring these emotions are that we're caught in and can't get free of, no matter how much we want to...

That night Flora wanted to eat watermelon.