Quotes About Longing

All of us write wish fulfillment.

Cómo sabe una si está realmente enamorada de un hombre? - Eso es fácil. Sólo querés estar con él, sentir su presencia, mirarlo, olerlo. Querés que te toque y tocarlo. Cuando lo ves aparecer, te emocionás tanto que te duele la boca del estómago. Pensás en ese hombre día y noche. Te dormís pensando en él y te levantás pensando en él.

Ya te he dicho que eres lo único que cuenta en mi vida. Cuando no estoy contigo te pienso tanto que creo que puedes sentirme.

Bendito sea el día, y el mes, y el año, y la estación, y el tiempo, y la hora, y el punto, y el encantador pueblo, y el sitio en el cual tus hermosos ojos me encadenaron. Y bendita la dulce agonía de entregarme a ese amor, y el arco y las saetas que me alcanzaron, y las llagas que llegaron a lo más profundo de mi corazón. Benditas sean las palabras que esparcí cantando el nombre de mi amada, y los suspiros, y las lágrimas y el deseo.

It is a queer world and fantastic world. Why can't people have what they want?

She asked herself the eternal question – and she knew it to be the eternal question – whether no man and woman can ever leave it at the beautiful inclination.

He thought about her deliberately. Hard. Nothing happened. He thought of her fair, undistinguished, fresh face that made your heart miss a beat when you thought about it. His heart missed a beat. Obedient heart! Like the first primrose. Not any primrose. The first primrose.

The man looked down at his feet. Tietjens said to himself that it was Valentine Wannop doing this to him. He ought to turn the man down at once. He was pervaded by a sense of her being. It was imbecile. Yet it was so.

The beastly Huns! They stood between him and Valentine Wannop. If they would go home he could be sitting talking to her for whole afternoons. That was what a young woman was for. You seduced a young woman in order to be able to finish your talks with her. You could not do that without living with her. You could not live with her without seducing her; but that was the by-product. The point is that you can't otherwise talk.

For the first time in his life he dislocated the course of his thoughts to satisfy a longing in someone else.

At which point I grew old and it was like ripping open the beehive with my hands again. At which point I conceived a realm more real than life. At which point there was at least some possibility. Some possibility, in which I didn't believe, of being with her once more.

We know well only what we are deprived of.

We all engage in things forbidden and yearn for things denied.

En ce temps que j'ai dit devant, Sur le Noël, morte saison, Que les loups se vivent de vent Et qu'on se tient en sa maison, Pour le frimas, près du tison, Me vint un vouloir de briser La très amoureuse prison Qui faisoit mon cÅ"ur débriser.

Might I, quavered Mary, might I have a bit of earth?

She felt as if she had lived a long, long time.

I don't want you to give me anything, said Sara. I want your books- I want them! And her eyes grew big and her chest heaved.

Underneath were the printed letters and they said: "I will cum bak.

She used sometimes to stop, and, holding to the iron railings, wish him good night as if he could hear her. "Perhaps you can feel if you can't hear," was her fancy. "Perhaps kind thoughts reach people somehow, even through windows and doors and walls. Perhaps you feel a little warm and comforted, and don't know why, when I am standing here in the cold and hoping you will get well and happy again.

I'll be inside the one who holds you. And then I won't be.

After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.

No matter where I am, I am always loving you.

I wanted him to hold me, to take care of me. To make the pain dissolve away. I know that this was part of what had ruined everything but I wanted it once more anyway.

He kissed her. A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven't eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs.