Quotes About Longing

He never wanted to be away from her. She had the spark of life.

[On her mother, who died when Hutton was 4:] I hardly remember her, but I have missed her all my life.

All my life I have dreamed of you.

Why am I always looking at life through a window?

Voila, pleasurable indeed. Oh yeah, satisfy my need. Alright, how I long to be. My soul on fire and my spirit free.

Home, as far as I'm concerned, is the place you have to leave. And then, if you're like me, spend the rest of your life mourning.

"Alexander, were you looking for me?" "All my life."

No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.

Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like [a] concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it.

Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient and ever new! Late have I loved you! And, behold, you were within me, and I out of myself, and there I searched for you.

He wanted to care, he wanted to care so badly, but there was this gap between what he felt and what he wanted to feel, a space where something important had been carved out.

Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.

You have to have spent the night at sea, sitting in a life raft and looking at your watch, to know that the night is immeasurably longer than the day.

Everyone who gives up a serious childhood dream - of becoming an artist, a doctor, an engineer, an athlete - lives the rest of their life with a sense of loss, with nagging what ifs.

I lose hope when the desire for life awakens within me; but I regain it whenever the longing for death comes upon me.

Sexual fulfillment is the banana life dangles in front of us just to keep us running.

All true readers have a book, a moment when real life is never going to be able to compete with fiction again.

We will cry and bleed and lust and love, and we will cure death. We will be the cure. Because we want it.

Anything that lights your world leaves it dark once it's gone.

All my life I dreamed of having someone think I was beautiful.

Try to capture what you can't bear to be without

I wanted so badly for there to be more. I ached for there to be more than my crappy little life.' He shakes his head. 'And there was more. I just couldn't see it.

In life we sit at the table and refuse to eat, and in death we are eternally hungry.

People like to warn you that by the time you reach the middle of your life, passion will begin to feel like a meal eaten long ago, which you remember with great tenderness.