Quotes About Longing

If this were a different time, a different place, I would take you to bed with me and make love to you for days.

You know as well as I do, damn you. Like it or not I seem to have grown a heart. I have absolutely no use for the damned thing, but there it sits, demanding Elinor. I can't live without her.

I want your innocence. I want your blind, unquestioning devotion to your father, your acceptance of who and what he is. I want you to look at me the way you look at him, knowing the worst. I want you to trust me, even when your brain tells you you shouldn't, I want you to ignore common sense and your lifelong need to protect yourself. I want you to give yourself to me, body and soul.

She like imaginary men best of all.

People imagine that missing a loved one works kind of like missing cigarettes,' he said. 'The first day is really hard but the next day is less hard and so forth, easier and easier the longer you go on. But instead it's like missing water. Every day, you notice the person's absence more.

Something rose in Oscar's chest, like a flower blossoming all at once. It grew until it filled him and threatened to spill over everywhere. The words [he] spoke touched a longing so deep Oscar hadn't even known it was there.

For if you no longer have a future, what else is there left but dreams of the past?

If you no longer had a future, what else is there left but dreams of the past?

The eye of the mystic who is enraptured in love sees traces of eternal beauty everywhere and listens to the mute eloquence of everything created. Whatever he mentions, his goal is the essence of the beloved—like Zulaykha, who, longing for Joseph's beauty, applied to him "the name of every thing, from rue-seed to aloes-wood." If she piled up a hundred thousand names— her meaning and intention was always Joseph. (M 6:4022-37)

One sometimes clings tightly to pain, to bitter home-sickness and bitter regret, but one forgets one's guilt; in vain, you might think back to the beginning (who led me this far?). If only you were allowed to accuse once more, turn to others once more, love once more! You plunge into the wide, ocean-like hallucination, you have faith and pray, and forget your dark fear when you gaze into the face of your beloved. But how should one fight it?

What was I waiting for? For signs and miracles, stars on the firmament..?

Ver a una mujer: solo por un segundo, solo por el breve lapso de una mirada, para luego volver a perderla, en la oscuridad de un pasillo, tras una puerta que me está vedado abrir...

ese nombre que es más que deseo, que se ha convertido ya en posesión a fuerza de haberlo repetido mil veces.

y yo siento el impulso irresistible de acercármele y, más amargo y doloroso aún, el impulso de seguir[la], (...) nace en mí como un anhelo y un mandato.

she felt more alive than she had ever imagined anyone could feel. When they were apart, it now almost felt as thought she were , but half alive.

He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.

Soon the cold would force them inside, so they clutched at lost summer.

feeling as though I meant nothing at all to anyone. I'm terribly lonely. How will I bear this for three more months? Today alone has lasted years.

Don't you mind, Jottie? Don't you want to have what other people have? Just the regular things, you know, like a date or a kiss or a marriage?

Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.

Quite often I would write down on a sheet of paper the date, the time, and "he's going to come," along with other sentences, fears—that he might not come, that he might not feel the same desire for me.

Me habría gustado no tener nada que hacer salvo esperarlo.

Yo andaba sudorosa de un lado a otro ante su mirada imaginaria por el Boulevard des Italiens, mientras él estaba en cualquier otro lugar, inaccesible.

Ces souvenirs-là sont terribles chaque fois que je pense : il ne viendra plus, il ne dira plus ces mots-là, d'une manière brève, russe.