Quotes About Longing

At that moment I was ready to forsake my other home, forsake my mother and father and little sister and all my friends, and spend the rest of my life in the desert eating cactus for lunch, drinking blood at cocktail time, and letting the ferocious sun flay me skin and soul. I'd gladly have traded parents, school, a college education and a career for one dependable saddle hourse. Later that night, of course, alone in bed, the deadly homesickness would strike me faint.

A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.

Gluttony - that's my vice & curse. I want too much of everything. Books... Love... Music... Color & Form... Philosophy... Travel & Adventure... the result of this bestial lust is the indiscriminate and promiscuous splaying of my energies - wanting all, I accomplish nothing; desiring everything, I satisfy nothing and am satisfied by nothing.

There's beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere. But when I think of where I want most to be, finally, it's the old hot dusty eyeball-searing head-aching skin-blistering throat-parching boot-burning bloody goddamned desert again. Why?

Lifting her lovely and longing face towards the inaudible chant of the sun, she drifted through her time, through space, through the concatenate cells of her unfolding self. Where to now, Abbzug? You're twenty-eight and a half years old, Abbzug. 

the best of all sauces is hunger

There's nobody doesn't want something.

You...you've been here quite a long time, haven't you?" What? Oh...yes. Ever since I married What's-her-name. Uh, Martha. Even before that. Forever. Dashed hopes, and good intentions. Good, better, best, bested. How do you like that for a declension, young man?

Though we longed not to be lonely, we also feared the pain it would take us to be brought out of our lonely states. And after that fear, could we be guaranteed that we would never be returned to a state of loneliness again? We could not.

So I learned not only that your loved one may be forbidden you, given away to someone else, but also that though you love someone they may run from you, and you may open your arms but they shall not come in.

Some things are missing from the world and they will never be replaced.

For the first time in more than thirty years, Nicholas wanted the company of his blood—not the amicable converse of friendship, not the parley of a lover, but the marrow-talk of kin and consanguinity

Someone, somewhere, wants a letter from you.

I'd walk a mile for a Camel.

You know, I've always wanted a child. And now I think I'll have one… on toast!

Hit's a lot worse to be soul-hungry than to be body-hungry.

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child,A long ways from home,A long ways from home.

I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had.

In melody divine, My heart it beats to rapturous love, I long to call you mine.

Mademoiselle from Armenteers, Hasn't been kissed in forty years, Hinky dinky, parley-voo.

We all dream of being a child again, even the worst of us. Perhaps the worst most of all.

I can't get no satisfaction…I can't get no girl reaction.

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.

Stay, O sweet, and do not rise!The light that shines comes from thine eyes;The day breaks not: it is my heart,Because that you and I must part.Stay, or else my joys will die,And perish in their infancy.