Quotes About Longing

He could hope for many things, though he had stopped doing so long ago. If one didn't hope, then disappointment didn't visit. Hoping meant you had somehting to live for, and living for something or someone else was asking for pain. -Nik

I waited for you. All these years I watched and waited, knowing, somehow, that what we would have would be different. That it would be worth the lonely nights and the fears that I had missed you somewhere.

Once a man saw heaven in one woman's arms, then nothing else would do. And that scared the shit out of him, the thought that no other woman but Lilly would do. - Travis/Black Jack about Lilly Belle/Night Hawk (Lady Hawk to him)

Hell, he'd (Nathan/Noah) been around Tehya and his uncle enough to know that Jordan was determined to fight whatever he was feeling for Tehya. He'd been feeling it for six damned years now or more, and still, Jordan didn't dare mention the L word. If he acknowledged it, then he might have to admit it actually existed.

Hoping meant you had something to live for, and living for something or someone else was asking for pain.

I love you, Coya, he whispered. Live for me, baby. Live for me. Because I can't live without you.

It was better to be a wild thing in the lovely marshes, than to have a soul that cried for beautiful things and found not one.

Like the Dorothy Parker heroine who spends her days and nights not calling the lover who does not call her

Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.

be home for quite a while yet.

Jessica swallowed. I think you had better stick to English. But Italian is so moving, Dain said. To ho voluto dal primo che ti vedi. I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you. Mi tormenti ancora. You've tormented me ever since.

She stared up at him and for an instant his expression went soft all over her before he turned away, gritting his teeth. Dean felt her gentle touch everywhere, in places he'd never thought about before. Like his heart.

Back then, he whispered, I guess I was into masochism, because being there with you, so close when you were so untouchable, was pretty torturous. In the same whisper, Beth asked, So why did you do it? Because not being with you was worse. -Beth and Levi

I've created a monster, he muttered thickly and quickly positioned her over his lap. I need to come, Grace. Bad. I'm shaking like a virgin, but you've got some catching up to do.

Grace? He kissed her again, then again and again, lingering here and there, tasting her. Her toes curled as he licked a sensitive spot on her nape. Grace sighed and squirmed against him. Oh no you don't, Noah scolded. No more tempting me to unreasonable levels of lust. We need nourishment, woman. And to punctuate that, he gave her hip a swat. What would you like to eat?

You can't miss what you never had. And definitely not what you don't understand.

I want to pretend there's such a thing as requited love. As the endurance of love.

It is unacceptable, all the stunned and anxious missing a person is asked to endure in life. It is not to be endured, not really.

This was love, I supposed, and eventually I would come to know it. Someday it would choose me and I would come to know its spell, for long stretches and short, two times, maybe three, and then quite probably it would choose me never again.

She smiled at him, with longing. 'Where do you live,' she asked, 'and how do I get there?

It was not miserable - often I did not miss her at all. But there was sometimes a quick, sinking ache when I walked in the door and saw she was not there. Twice, however, I'd felt the same sinking feeling when she was.

I would look out upon the wildflowers, the mulch of swamps and leaves, the spring mosses greening on the rocks, or the boulderous mountains of street-black snow, whatever season it happened to be- my mittens clotted with ice, or my hands grimy with marsh mud- and from the back of my larynx I'd send part of my voice out toward the horizon and part of it straight up toward the sky. There must have been some pain in me. I wanted to howl and fly and break apart.

And yet the deprivation of her intimacy had made a small dent in his heart, and in his breathing, and in the hard candy of his eyes. The thought of her was everywhere but nowhere—an omniscient narrator.

I feel his lack of love for me.