Quotes About Longing

We were both smiling, in that bittersweet way one does when imagining something the heart longs for and the head would dread.

I looked at her, wanting her with all the lust of my months alone and untouched. But I knew also that for that deeper hunger for companionship and understanding, she offered me no more solace than any man might find in his own hand.

I want to go home,' he muttered as he totered down the road beside me. 'Me, too,' I told him. And yet it was not Buckkeep that came to my mind, but a meadow overlooking the sea, and a girl in bright red skirts who beckoned me. A time, rather than a place. No road led there anymore.

When you want a thing so badly for so long, and then it comes time to face that you cannot have it, sometimes—' 'Sometimes you can't believe it when it comes to you. Sometimes you're afraid to believe it. I understand your hesitation.

To sate your need without love is theft

It would be ironic,' I panted to Burrich and Dutiful, 'if after all these years of longing to die, he finally perished in an attempt to live.' Burrich snorted. 'We all perish in our last attempt to live.

He longed for cleanliness and tidiness: it was hard to find peace in the middle of disorder.

It made me wish there were a place as much me as that place is you. A place I would keep as secret.

Justice. There's a thing we shall ever thirst after, and ever be parched.

As much as I had always longed to be freed of my duties and obligations, being released from such bonds was as much a severing as an emancipation.

And yet it was not Buckkeep that came to my mind, but a meadow overlooking the sea, and a girl in bright red skirts who beckoned me. A time, rather than a place. No road led there anymore.

The whole of everything I want in this world is right here, under my hand.

It is possible to be homesick for a time and lonely for the only other person to recall it.

He wanted so bad to reach down and kiss her... She'd probably break his jaw.

You poison today's ease, reaching always for tomorrow.

I tried a last time. "When you want a thing so badly for so long, and then it comes time to face that you cannot have it, sometimes—

There he remained, not leaning on the railing but standing straight beside her. He looked far ahead to a distant horizon. To a future he had been promised that now seemed far further than days or distance could make it.

I fancied that if I sat very still, I could still feel the warmth of Molly's arms around me. I knew precisely where her cheek had touched mine. A very faint scent of her clung to my shirt from our brief embrace, and I agonized over whether to wear the shirt that day, to carry that scent with me, or to set it aside carefully in my clothing chest, to preserve it. I did not think it a foolish thing at all to care so much about that. Looking back, I smile, but it is at my wisdom, not my folly.

I idly wished for something else, for any situation that was neither this forsaken chamber nor the tenseness of Burrich's room. For a restfulness that perhaps I had once known somewhere else but could no longer recall. And so I drowsed into oblivion.

Had she learned to feel again, only to have to feel this? Could any amount of love ever be worth the pain of losing it?

Happy comes and goes, Tats. Loving someone isn't that crazy infatuation that you feel at first. That passes. Well, not passes, but it calms down, and then sometimes, when you least expect it, you get a glimpse of the person and it all comes back again, in a big rush.

Her head leaned on his shoulder, and they walked slowly. It took forever for them to be out of sight. That night I got drunker than I had ever been, and awoke the next day in some bushes halfway up the keep road.

Despite their efforts to keep me from her, I saw Molly everywhere. Oh, not her person, no, but in the scent of the fat bayberry candle burning so sweetly, in the cloak left draped over a chair, even the honey in the honey cakes tasted of Molly to me.

Stop longing. You poison today's ease, reaching always for tomorrow.