Quotes About Longing

You wanted a blue rose, Brock said. Didn't you? Wasn't that the whole point? Doesn't everyone want what they cannot have?(Elinor) Here's what I think: it's the quest that matters.(Brock)

To want someone so much could be a terrible thing, or it could be the best hope a man could have.

Lust was a story I knew. There were many women I took to bed for the night. I yearned for them in the moment, but in the morning, any lover I'd had was already claimed by the past, even if she was still calling my name.

There he is, in the fading light, certain of what he wants, certain of her. If Gillian were speaking to her sister, or more correctly, if Sally were speaking to her, Gillian would draw her over to the window to get a look. Isn't he beautiful? That's what she would have said if she and Sally had been talking. I wish I deserved him, she would have whispered into her sister's ear.

Isabel remembered what books had meant to her so long ago, and she suddenly had a longing for all those fictional worlds that had helped her through the worst years of her life.

They learned that sometimes the most dangerous thing of all in matters of live was to be granted your heart's desire.

Some things are best remembered the way you want to remember them, like this road, these stars, this girl right beside him as they walk into the center of the cold night, looking straight ahead.

this occurred only once in a person's life, and then only if he was lucky. It happened the way things happen in a dream. A door opens, a person calls your name, your heart beats faster, and everything is familiar, yet you don't know where you are. You are falling, you're in a house you don't recognize and yet you want to be here, you have actually wanted to be here all of your life

Love could do that to some people and they wouldn't even know much they'd missed out on; they simply remained in the place where love had left them, while the whole world spun around.

I have wondered all my life what I am made of, if there is straw inside of me, or a beating heart, or if I simply burned for all I did not have.

She begged for time to stop, for clocks to break, for every star to remain fixed. But none of that happened.

What she feels for him is so deep, she aches. She supposes this is what people refer to when they say the pangs of love, as if your innermost joy cannot help but cause you anguish as well.

In the morning, she told everyone she was perfectly fine, even though she wasn't, even though she wished she was still on that green hill where Levi had been buried, where the grass smelled so sweet, where there was no beginning and no end.

The place where what someone needs and what she desires cross each other to become one.

He had appeared beside her because she had wanted him to. She had called him to her, and was calling him still. Even when she fell asleep, she dreamed of water, as if the world were topsy-turvy and everything she cared about had been lost in the deep. She plunged through the green waves with her eyes wide open, searching for the world as she'd known it, but that world no longer existed; everything that had once been solid was liquid now, and the birds swam alongside the fish.

Every step I took hurt, I walked on daggers, on hot blue fire. Not holding him was like not breathing, not being quite alive. As

and want can be a hundred times stronger than need, and a thousand times stronger than common sense. She

How could I lose you when I haven't even found you?

Sometimes the most dangerous thing of all in matters of love was to be granted your heart's desire.

I read books as though I were eating apples, core and all, starved for those pages, hungry for every word that told me about things I didn't yet have, but still wanted terribly, wanted until it hurt.

What I wanted to know had both nothing and everything to do with the natural world. I wished to know love.

I wrote Seventh Heaven for my mother who I miss every day From Facebook post

Love could do that to some people, and they wouldn't even know how much they'd missed out on; they simply remained in place where love had left them, while the whole world spun around.

And then, when Kylie looks back at her house, she has the strangest feeling. The house seems lost to her in some way, as though she were looking at a memory, a place she used to live in and will never forget but one she can't go back to, not anymore.