Quotes About Longing

La insatisfacción de los humanos, ese querer siempre algo más, algo mejor, algo distinto, es el origen de innumerables desdichas. Además, la #Felicidad es minimalista. Es sencilla y desnuda. Es una casi nada que lo es todo.

True lovers may never know what love means. A man may love a woman out of his reach. She does not know he loves her, and he will never speak of it.

Wherever I am, in wood or field, By dawn or evening light, Without cease my heart feels The pain of one who is not here...

Delphine began to read with a mad attention when she wanted to talk to Clarisse. She saw that in her life there was a woman-shaped hole, a cutout that led to a mysterious place. Through it, her mother, then Eva, and now Clarisse had walked. If only she could plunge her arms through and drag them back.

You can never get enough of the ones you love, thought Thomas

Where will you be my darling, the last time it snows on earth?

You can never get enough of the ones you love, thought Thomas, rubbing his chest slowly, to vanquish the pains. "Here I have Biboon with me to this great old age, but I am greedy. I want him longer.

I reached over and held Pollux's wide hand as we slowly drove along. There was a slick of rain on the empty, peaceful streets. 'Why can't it always be this way?' I asked Pollux. He gave me an odd look. I turned aside. The empty street swished beneath the tires. Perhaps I should have been ashamed. Why was it that I felt this was the world I'd always waited for?

Our souls are tethered by the love of things that cannot last, Agnes wrote, a note in her pocket. But she had sometimes to think the opposite. Our souls are freed—the only problem was that freedom was an open and a lonely space.

Why do I long to be devoured and to forget in life rather than in death? What is the difference?

Awee, said Mooshum. A happy death. And a noble lover for you, Ignatia, as he satisfied you even from the other side. I wish to die that way, but who will give me the chance?

Ayiih! Tell me, does this Chopin know love songs? I have a few I don't sing unless I mean for sure to capture my woman." "This Chopin makes songs so beautiful your knees shake. Dogs cry. The trees moan. Your thoughts fly up nowhere. You can't think. You become flooded in the heart.

It's harder to lose the wish to love than the wish to live.

Det er sværere at give afkald på kærligheden end på livet.

Children abandoned by the universe—and that was how it felt to those whose mothers went away or died young—always spent their lives seeking perfect, intense union. Anything less felt like a failure. Stevie thought about all the pain that quest had caused herself and others.

He had felt earthbound by guilt, fear, and grief, but right now he felt the stirrings of something unexpected and long forgotten. Something like hope.

In all these years, how often had she wished she could call Rumer? With the happy news that followed good notices, the time she had worried about a mammogram, all the little things Michael had said and done.

gone out somewhere—had he

without him—I wasn't sure I could go on breathing. But I did." "I know," Sylvie said. "It was because I loved him," Jane said. "And that's what love does. It takes hold of you so hard . . . takes hold of your breath. Your heart, your pulse, your thoughts, everything.

Who cared about those things? Didn't Peter know that it was impossible to make up for lost time? Three years was half of six years; every day, every minute in life was all its own, and could never be replaced with another. When you love someone, she said, with her eyes shut tight, barely recognizing her own voice, you want to be together whenever you can. If you want it badly enough, you just make the practical things work out.

Stars were caught in the tree branches. She wished she could keep stars in her pocket, just to give him every time she saw him.

He didn't want to think about the people in his life, the people who could make him feel the way he did inside right now. Sad and angry, and as though he had lost something he couldn't quite name.

but lots of women have a soft spot for their first loves, remember.

I began a lifelong affair with nostalgia, with only the vaguest notions of what I was nostalgic for.