Quotes About Longing

The fact that Anna is somewhere having coffee or a dream is an assault on me. I hate these moments of poverty. What does man eat? ask the phenomenologists. Like the dogs, names, down there, starving.

The presence of want awakens in him nostalgia for wholeness. His thoughts turn toward questions

Would this day never end? His eye traveled to the clock at the front of the room and he fell into the pool of his favorite question.

It is the edge separating my tongue from the taste for which it longs that teaches me what an edge is.

The fact that Anna is somewhere having coffee or a dream is an assault on me. I hate these moments of poverty, What does man eat? ask the phenomenologists. Likes the dogs, names, down there, starving.

What's here doesn't please you, what's far off you crave. Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

M: Fantasy just makes me hungrier.

Blended Text You have captured: pinned upon my heart: the wall of my heart is your love with one glance: as one with one bead: as an exile of the kings of royalty of your eyes: my heart you have something of mine: a torn thing again the moon: now the rule: (who knows)

Don't want to be free want to be with you.

The experience of eros as lack alerts a person to the boundaries of himself, of other people, of things in general. It is the edge separating my tongue from the taste for which it longs that teaches me what an edge is.

stolen my reasoning mind" (Theognis 1271). Eros is expropriation. He robs the body of limbs, substance, integrity and leaves the lover, essentially, less. This

As a sweet apple turns red on a high branch, high on the highest branch and the applepickers forgot— well, no they didn't forget—were not able to reach

Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days. It is as if I could dip my hands down into time and scoop up blue and green lozenges of April heat a year ago in another country.

Desire is no light thing.

When I desire you a part of me is gone...

Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.

Men know almost nothing about desire, they think it has to do with sexual activity or can be discharged that way. But sex is a substitute, like money or language. Sometimes I just want to stop seeing.

All I know is that I can never see him enough. I can never kiss him enough. There isn't enough of him in the world. I'll always be on a quest for one more look from him, one more laugh.

Beauty, in glimpses and flashes, that is what the soul required. That was the drop of water on the tongue.

My tears brought no sense of release or relief. Their flight felt like the lightest, coldest touch of a departing lover.

Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you. PSALM 73:25

My love, I'm here. I'll wait my whole life through until you're done, there in the cove at Kamouraska. Until you wash your blood-soaked hands and make your way back to me

I have never desired any woman as I desire you... and I shall not rest until you're mine.

Even should I wither from lack of food, lack of drink. I would be happy to exist solely on the feel of your lips against mine, I think.