Quotes About Longing

Do you think it's going to rain?" I asked. "Yes. Why?" My heart quickened. "I don't know," I said. Then I realized I wanted it to rain because maybe Ivan and his family would come back to Budapest a day early and Ivan might call me. I knew there were a lot of flaws in this reasoning. But my body didn't know.

I just can't imagine it. I can't imagine you on the other side of the world, at a pay phone on the street.

but I couldn't see him or talk to him because he didn't love me. I couldn't be with him for one minute, not even for the weird leftover hours that nobody else wanted, like from one to three a.m. on a Wednesday." "'In Turkey? You wouldn't have a nervous breakdown. You'd give them a nervous breakdown.' I forgave him for a lot when he said that. I forgave him for almost everything.

Give her the continent and she wanted the hemisphere.

She stared at me, like day stares at an hourglass and night, the sand trickling through time; the sea disappearing to eyes in the dark. But I hear her waves coming in, as she whispers one last chance goodbye.

We cannot escape the longing, no matter what life we choose. We're either longing for people, places or times gone by, which are essentially the same things: memories. And, whether or not we travel, the older we get, the more memories we collect. Nostalgia is simply the result of aging and liking the life you've lived. Be happy you can feel it—it's a good sign.

Christianity—which for so long had kept their cringing adherents trapped in a state of "slavery without hope and a perpetual infancy," would finally be revealed for the lies, tricks, and deceits that they were.

There is, after all, no pleasure like that given by a woman who really wants to see you.

What music expresses, is eternal, infinite and ideal; it does not express the passion, love, or longing of such-and-such an individual on such-and-such an occasion, but passion, love or longing in itself, and this it presents in that unlimited variety of motivations, which is the exclusive and particular characteristic of music, foreign and inexpressible to any other language.

What he had yearned to embrace was not the flesh but a downy spirit, a spark, the impalpable angel that inhabits the flesh.

I did not know how to reach him, how to catch up with him... The land of tears is so mysterious.

Tessie Moran, eighteen and not yet in love, was dreaming of handsome young men and moonlight. She could not easily be roused from her enchantment.

When one longs for a drink, it seems as though one could drink a whole oceanthat is faith; but when one begins to drink, one can only drink altogether two glassesthat is science.

To Moscow, to Moscow, to Moscow!

Sometimes I don't even know if I'm extremely happy or extremely sad. It happens a lot when I think of you

But what does he want my heart for?" the little queen asked. "He just wants to own it," replied the sea lion. "That is enough. He wants to look on its beauty and know that his hands alone can touch it.

Part of her - unreasonable Anna- still loved him. Maybe she would never stop loving him.

Bueno, es una lastima ¿no?, que no puedas hacer cosas que disfrutarías sólo porque tienes que ser rebelde.

Dance me through th curtains that our kisses have out worm. Raise a ent of shelter now, though every thread is torn. Dance me to the end of love. Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin.

Algunas veces ya no puedo ver la diferencia entre la belleza y la desolación. (...). A veces ya no se si estoy extremadamente triste o extremadamente contenta. Me pasa mucho cuando pienso en ti.

Admittedly or not, conscious or unconscious, the poetic state, a transcendent experience of life, is what the public is fundamentally seeking through love, crime, drugs, war, or insurrection.

Her ardor matched my own. For a time I was eighteen years old once more, in all the perfection of youth.

Mi affretto di dirti che aspetto la luna.

Era incesante en la pasión vacía.