Quotes About Longing

Lily O'Grady,Silly and shady,Longing to beA lazy lady.

My longing for truth was a single prayer.

I looked at him. Then I turned my face away. Beyond my upset I was flooded by a deep happiness, similar to the one he made me feel when forcing me to surrender to his virility. No one else before him had given me this gratification, but I realised now that the longing to be violated, body and soul, must have always been inside me.

I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.

I couldn't have spoken like this yesterday, because when we've been apart, and I'm looking forward to seeing you, every thought is burnt up in a great flame. But then you come; and you're so much more than I remembered, and what I want of you is so much more than an hour or two every now and then, with wastes of thirsty waiting between, that I can sit perfectly still beside you, like this, with that other vision in my mind, just quietly trusting it to come true.

What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

Ah! when will this long weary day have end,And lend me leave to come unto my love?

I hate the day, because it lendeth lightTo see all things, and not my love to see.

Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion

I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see.

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.

I'd learned to feel nostalgia for my own youth while I was living it.

Reata," he said two decades later

She said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people can give.

I was lonelier than I should be, for a woman in love, or half in love.

After that dark woman you search for someone who will fit into the irregular corners of your heart.

I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.

I drank at every vine. The last was like the first. I came upon no wine So wonderful as thirst.

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,I have forgotten, and what arms have lainUnder my head till morning;

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts to-night, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply...

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

Searching my heart for its true sorrow, This is the thing I find to be: That I am weary of words and people, Sick of the city, wanting the sea