Quotes About Longing

Her heart sunk within her, for the shadow of his presence seemed to fall darkly over all her future.

he came for her sake alone.

Oh, if someone would only come and take me away! I'm so tired of living here, and I don't think I can bear it much longer. Poor Patty might well wish for a change; she had been in the orphanage ever since she could remember. And though everyone was very kind to her, she was heartily tired of the place and longed to find a home.

This added a subtle sting to the retribution already darkening over him, for he who had won and wasted love so wantonly all his life now pined for it with a longing which nothing could appease, and pined in vain.

No Paris either, and that's the worst of it all!

Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.

I think she is confused by the way I want her, which is like nobody else. I know this deep down. I want her in a new way, a way she's never been told about.

Here is the most telling fact: you wish to possess me. Here is another fact: I loved you and let you think you could.

You see I thought love got easier over, the years so it didn't hurt so bad when it hurt, or feel so good when it felt good. I thought it smoothed out and old people hardly noticed it. I thought it curled up and died, I guess. Now I saw it rear up like a whip and lash. She loved him. She was jealous. She mourned him like the dead. And he just smiled into the air, trapped in the seams of his mind.

She gave her husband such a night of sexual pleasure that his eyes followed her constantly after that, narrow and hot. He grew molten when she passed near other men, and at night they made their own shaking tent. They got teased too much and moved farther off, into the brush, into the nesting ground of shy and holy loons. There, no one could hear them. In solitude they made love until they became gaunt and hungry, pale windigos with aching eyes, tongues of flame.

He craved the love of a father who seemed too remote and too self-absorbed to attend to his boyish needs.

Of course, who can forget that first love, or first sex, or first drink - especially if they all occur together. I also remember how, after Ligeia had left our lives, I'd worried for months that she might reappear and tell Bill what I'd never confessed to him. But after a while nostalgia supplanted guilt and our summer at Panther Creek became more a tender coming-of-age story, a summer of love complete with bucolic setting.

Libenter homines id quad volunt credunt." "Men are glad to believe that which they wish for?" Miss Calicut asked. Professor

Lady Anne fetched a sigh.

I more than love you, I'm not whole without you. You are life itself to me. When you are gone I'm waiting for you to return so I can start living again.

Después de la muerte de Pablo, yo también me descubrí durante semanas pensando: A ver si deja ya de hacer el tonto y regresa de una vez, como si su ausencia fuera una broma que me estuviera gastando para fastidiarme, como a veces hacía.

En los castillos medievales, en el enigmático Machu Picchu, en las vetustas pirámides de Egipto: la piel siempre tuvo que ser la piel y el ansia, el ansia.

Tienes cabeza, tienes conocimientos. Podrías vivir en vez de vegetar. —¿Y tú qué sabes de mi vida, androide? No importa lo que se tiene; lo jodido es lo que se añora.

no hay nada que avive tanto la pasión como la sensación de que el amado se nos escapa.

La insatisfacción de los humanos, ese querer siempre algo más, algo mejor, algo distinto, es el origen de innumerables desdichas.

Como aún era muy joven, estaba convencida de que nunca jamás encontraría a ningún hombre que me gustara tanto. Los demás varones de la Tierra desaparecieron para mis ojos: tres mil millones de seres que se borraron de golpe. Era un sufrimiento tan obsesivo que, por las mañanas, cuando me despertaba, el primer pensamiento que me asaltaba era la imagen de M. y la desolada certidumbre de haberlo perdido.

Quisiera morirme estando viva!

Cando penso que te fuches, Negra sombra que me asombras, Ó pé dos meus cabezales Tornas, facéndome mofa. Cando maxino que es ida, No mesmo sol te me amostras, I eres a estrela que brila, I eres o vento que zoa. Si cantan, es ti que cantas, Si choran, es ti que choras, I es o marmurio do río I es a noite i es a aurora. En todo estás e ti es todo, Pra min i en min mesma moras, Nin me abandonarás nunca, Sombra que sempre me asombras.

She supposed she missed him, but it was not easy to go on missing a person when life had been lived without him for so long, with the only contact his monthly letters, which were three weeks old when they arrived, and not very inspiring even then.