Quotes About Longing

What made you wanted was nothing you did, it was something that you had, and how could you ever tell whether you had it?

something make a man crawl over glass and fire to get to again after he get to it once

Hey, Ocean Eyes," my father said. "Where'd you go on us?

He had been my almost. My might-have-been. I was afraid of what I wanted most - His kiss. Still, I collected kiss stories. -Susie Salmon

All you have to do is desire it, and if you desire it enough and understand why -- really know -- it will come.

How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?

Almost everyone in heaven has someone on Earth they watch, a loved one, a friend or even a stranger who was once kind, who offered warm food or a bright smile when one of us had needed it. And when I wasn't watching I could hear the others talking to those they loved on Earth: just as fruitlessly as me, I'm afraid. A one-sided card cajoling and coaching of the young, a one way loving and desiring of their mates, a single-sided card that could never get signed.

Sometimes Holly seemed like she wasn't paying attention, and other times she was gone when I went looking for her. That was when she went to a part of heaven we didn't share. I missed her then, but it was and odd sort of missing because by then I knew the meaning of forever. I could not have what I wanted most: Mr. Harvey dead and me living. Heaven wasn't perfect. But I came to believe that if I watched closely, and desired, I might change the lives of those I loved on Earth.

At Evensong one night, while Holly played at sax and Mrs. Bethel Utemeyer joined in, I saw him: Holiday, racing past a fluffy white Samoyed. He had lived to a ripe old age on earth and slept at my father's feet after my mother left, never wanting to let him out of his sight... I waited for him to sniff me out, anxious to know if here, on the other side, I would still be the little girl he slept beside. I did not have to wait long: he was so happy to see me, he knocked me down.

Stones and bones; snow and frost; seeds and beans and polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all know who Susie misses...

Stones and bones; snow and frost; seeds and beans and polliwogs. Paths and twigs, assorted kisses, We all know who Daddy misses! His two little frogs of girls, that's who. They know where they are, do you, do you?

Almost, not quite,I wish you all a long and happy Life

It was not so much, she would write in her journal, that she wanted to have sex with women, but that she wanted to disappear inside of them forever. To hide.

How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it a secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home? She had put billboards and roads between them, throwing roadblocks behind her and ripping off the rearview mirror, and thought that would make him disappear?

He had to seek out her eyes. They weren't focusing on him. They seemed to be preoccupied, and he wished he could reach up and grab them and train them on here and now. On him.

That I wanted more. That night I dreamed of kissing her again and wondered if she was thinking the same thing.

I had always been in love with him. I counted the lashes of each closed eye. He had been my almost, my might-have-been, and I did not want to leave him any more than I did my family.

I suspected, however, that I wasn't homesick for anything I would find at home when I returned. The longing was for what I wouldn't find: the past and all the people and places there were lost to me.

Everything want to be loved.

Even as I hold you I think of you as someone gone far, far away. Your eyes the color of pennies in a bowl of dark honey bringing sweet light to someone else your black hair slipping through my fingers is the flash of your head going around a corner your smile, breaking before me, the flippant last turn of a revolving door, emptying you out, changed, away from me. Even as I hold you I am letting go.

The years have come and gone without a single word from you. Only the sky above us do we hold in common. I look at it often as if, somehow, reflected from its immensities, I will one day find myself gazing into your eyes.

When I no longer have your heart I will not request your body your presence or even your polite conversation. I will go away to a far country separated from you by the sea — on which I cannot walk — and refrain even from sending letters describing my pain.

She can have them, Mama, she said, like somebody used to never winning anything, or having anything reserved for her.

Milovaný chce bejt úplnÄ› vÅ¡ecko. Zpíváme, tancujem, pitvoÃ…â"¢íme se, dáváme si kytky a to vÅ¡ecko v nadÄ›ji že nás nÄ›kdo bude mít rád. VÅ¡imla sis nÄ›kdy že stromy dÄ›laj pÃ…â"¢esnÄ› to samý co my aby na sebe upozornily? Teda až na to že nechodÄ›j.