Quotes About Longing

I don't want enlightenment, I want him. Sorry Buddha, I loved him more than you.

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, for all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read and all the friends I want to see

My whole desire is to run up and down the sea coast looking for you.

I nearly left this earth a few minutes ago — ecstasy — word from you. Pretty soon I'll write music for you.

Sex is like air; it's not important unless you aren't getting any.

Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time.

Homesickness is nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time.

I've been homesick for countries I've never been, and longed to be where I couldn't be.

Homesickness is absolutely nothing," she said angrily. "It is absolutely nothing. Fifty per cent of the people in the world are homesick all the time. But I don't suppose you're old enough to understand. When you're in one place and long to be in another, it isn't as simple as taking a boat. You don't really long for another country. You long for something in yourself that you don't have, or haven't been able to find.

Homesickness is absolutely nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time. You don't really long for another country. You long for something in yourself that you don't have, or haven't been able to find.

O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away

I sleep with thee, and wake with thee, And yet thou are not there; I fill my arms with thoughts of thee, And press the common air.

I hid my love when young till I Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my life to my despite Till I could not bear to look at light: I dare not gaze upon her face But left her memory in each place; Where'er I saw a wild flower lie I kissed and bade my love good-bye.

My illness was love, though I knew not the smart, But the beauty of love was the blood of my heart.

I loved thee, though I told thee not, Right earlily and long, thou wert joy of my ever spot theme of my every song.

I wish I was what I have been And what I was could be As when I roved in shadows green And loved my willow tree To gaze upon the starry sky And higher fancies build And make in solitary joy Loves temple in the field

Não!, nem o passar dos anos, nem as voltas do destino poderiam apagar a impressão fulminante que ele causou em mim... Sim! querido objeto de minha primeira paixão, guardarei para sempre a lembrança de tua primeira aparição diante de meus olhos embevecidos... ela te traz de volta ao presente, e eu te vejo diante de mim!

How happy I might be, if only she was less greedy, better tempered, not addicted to raking up old grudges, more affectionate, with slightly yellower hair, slimmer, and about twenty years younger! But what is the good of expecting such a woman to reform?

And Nurd, who had never had a mother and father, and who had never loved or been loved, marvelled at the ways in which feeling so wonderful could also leave one open to so much pain. In a strange way, he envied Samuel even that. He wanted to care about someone so much that it could hurt.

Sometimes he would forget her, but in forgetting he would remember her again, and the ache for her would return with a vengeance.

Funny, that. For so long Wormwood had desired the throne and then, when he'd had it, it hadn't been worth desiring after all.

He had, in truth, been losing her for a very long time.

And his voice was filled with regret, and fondness and hope.

A little fragment of his heart came loose and was lost to him each time he had to say goodbye to her.