Quotes About Longing

He knows how it is to leave Ireland, did it himself and never got over it. You live in Los Angeles with sun and palm trees day in day out and you ask God if there's any chance He could give you one soft rainy Limerick day

It belonged to the changeless order of things---the man desiring the woman only for what she withholds; the woman worshipping the man for that which she yields up to him. With each concession gained the man?s desire cools; with every surrender made the woman?s adoration increases...

It's a bright summer day, and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world.

I saw the black seam of your stocking Running down the side of the mountain like a creek I put the whiskey down and listened from "Blue Yodel of the Desperado

Love you. A stranger accidentally text messaged me the other day. I didn't delete it. I look at it before I go to bed at night and sometimes during the day. I know it wasn't meant for me... but it's nice to pretend it was.

There are days when I go to church just for the chance to maybe see her smile at me.

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.

I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

What am I doing here in this endless winter?

Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.

I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.

I long for you; I who usually longs without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.

There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away. I have a constant longing, my dear sir, to catch a glimpse of things as they may have been before they show themselves to me. I feel that they were calm and beautiful. It must be so, for I often hear people talking about them as though they were.

Since I met you, I've felt abandoned without your nearness; your nearness is all I ever dream of, the only thing.

The fact that no one knows where I am is my only happiness. If only I could prolong this forever! It would be far more just than death. I am empty and futile in every corner of my being, even in my unhappiness.

I'm a cage, in search of a bird.

There they lay, but not in the forgetfulness of the previous night. She was seeking and he was seeking, they raged and contorted their faces and bored their heads into each others bosom in the urgency of seeking something, and their embraces and their tossing limbs did not avail to make them forget, but only reminded them of what they sought

It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the café, your figure, your dress, that I still see.

No one can crave what truly harms him.

I mustn't look at you too much, or I won't be able to take my eyes off you at all.

No, I didn't imagine my being alone with you the way you do. If I want the impossible, I want it in its entirety. Entirely alone, dearest, I wanted us to be entirely alone on this earth, entirely alone under the sky, and to lead my life, my life that is yours, without distraction and with complete concentration, in you.