Quotes About Longing

I'd wanted a real kiss, something to remember, but i'd long ago learned not to be picky with farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised.You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a goodbye at all.

I missed him, she said finally. I put my hand over hers and sat down, pulling my chair closer. I know, I said softly. You came back from Florida feeling really good, and then you find out he's such a rat bastard that he— No, she said distractedly, interrupting me. I missed him. All those Ensures, and not a one made contact. I have terrible aim. And then she sighed. Even just one would have made it better. Somehow.

Nothing had been okay, not for a long time. And every moment that I thought I was getting close, like the one I'd had earlier, seemed to remind the universe that I didn't deserve that, not yet.

If he'd been any other boy, and this was any other world, I would have kissed him. Nothing could have stopped me.

I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park. Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much.

I felt tears prick my eyes as I looked down at the model again, looking at that girl and boy on the curb. Forever in that place, together.

its been a long night aren't they all?

You stop believing in wishes when the only one you want to make can never come true.

Eventually, it wasn't even your dad I wanted, just anybody. Anybody at all.

You know," I said to him. "Pining isn't attractive. On anyone. ... The worst thing you can do if you miss or need someone is let them know it.

But as was so often the case, it was the one person missing who you thought about more than the ones who were right in front of you.

So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.

And I felt comfort. Finally. All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this. I knew, deep down, it was more complicated than that, but watching Jason, I was hopeful. He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I had to wonder if he might, in some small way, be able to do the same for me. So I moved myself closer to him, and I'd been there ever since.

Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.

If this was my forever, I didn't want to spend another second of it here.

You can't be together, which is exactly why you want to be.

All this time and he could still make my heart jump.

When you've never gotten love from someone, you dob't know what it might look like if it ever does appear.

There were so many times during those years, though, as we moved from one house to another, that I would find myself thinking about my sister. Usually it was late at night, when I couldn"t sleep, and I"d try to picture her in her dorm room forty-odd miles and a world away. I wondered if she was happy, what it was like out there. And if maybe, just maybe, she ever thought of me.

But sometimes I longed for that sense of someone pulling me close, feeling another heartbeat against mine.

I hate not having what I want

For me, however, it was a mix of the two, this constant push and pull. I loved it here. But I'd been in that circle and star for my entire life, and I so wanted to know what it would feel like to claim another distant spot as my own, if only for a little while. Someday.

Someone who normally moved so slowly, this time, for once, was long gone.

More than our old house, or our Wildflower Ridge place, the beach shack was my dad. I knew if he was haunting any place, it would be there, and for that reason I'd stayed away.