Quotes About Longing

My short love story gave me lots of memories but i never wanted memories, I wanted you.

Well, then, what's the plan now? You can't stay here forever.'My plan was indeed to stay there forever.

And to no one is this state more attractive than to those whom it is consistently denied.

whether he was with her or not, her voice had always been in his head;

Even after she disappeared, it did not settle at once, but continued to make waves and produced a trickling, rustling sound that Shmuel hoped would not die away too soon.

Some pieces of music, I like them so much, I wonder why they have to end, and if I had the strength, I'd keep playing them forever.

And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder.

I read about a famous mystery writer who worked for one week in a department store. One day she saw a woman come in and buy a doll. The mystery writer found out the woman's name, and took a bus to New Jersey to see where the woman lived. That was all. Years later, she referred to this woman as the love of her life. It is possible to imagine a person so entirely that the image resists attempts to dislodge it.

Why do you think you are missing something you never had?

If you are greedy, what is inside you is what makes you always hungry.

What is a secret wish? It is what you want but cannot ask.

People there only dream that it is China, because if you are Chinese you can never let go of China in your mind.

I thought this man had long ago drained everything from my heart. But now something strong and bitter flowed and made me feel another emptiness in a place I didn't know was there. I cursed this man aloud so he could hear. You had dog eyes. You jumped and followed whoever called you. Now you chase your own tail.

When you touch a man's nostalgia, he is yours.

But you can't stay in the dark for so long. Something inside of you starts to fade and you become like a starving person, crazy-hungry for light.

But it was the love of a ghost. Arms that encircled but did not touch. A bowl full of rice but without my appetite to eat it. No hunger. No fullness.

I was greedy, she warned, and could not fill my heart with enough pleasure, my stomach with enough contentment, my body with enough sleep. I was like a rice basket with a rat hole at the bottom, and thus could not be satisfied and overflow, nor could I be filled. I would never know the full depth and breadth of love, beauty, or happiness. She said it like a curse.

Even when I worked in that world, I still wanted love so strong that the man would have no interest in another woman. Maybe you will always be incapable of giving that kind of love. You tell me I want too much. And maybe I do. But like you and your imagination, I can't help but be that way.

Maybe the kind of love that would comfort me did not exist. Perhaps I expected too much of love and no one existed who could ever meet my unceasing and bottomless need for it.

If you are greedy, what is inside you is what makes you always hungry," said Popo.

I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eighth moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I wished to be found.

Pero no puedes permanecer en la oscuridad durante mucho tiempo. Algo dentro de ti empieza a desvanecerse y entonces te vuelves como una persona hambrienta, desesperadamente ansiosa de luz.

Cómo podría no amar a ese hombre? Pero era el amor de un fantasma, unos brazos que rodeaban pero no tocaban, un cuenco lleno de arroz pero sin apetito para comerlo, sin plenitud.

Forget about love. You will receive that many times, but none of it is lasting.