Quotes About Longing

Some things in life are worth waiting for.

There was something much greater she needed to feed her soul, and perhaps one day soon she would go...

Love meant something to her, she dreamt of it, thought of it, wrote of it. It was the one thing in life that had eluded her completely.

Ispod toga sam bio zapisao pre nekoliko ve?eri, kada mi je postalo jasno da Euridika više ne?e do?i: Agnosceo veteris vestigia flamme. Ožiljkom jednim oboga?en.

Dragana oslobodi me veza svoje slrasti! Ni kapi više toga vina od poljubaca. Ova magla od teškog tamjana guši mi srce. Otvori vrata i propusti jutarnji zrak. Izgubljen sam u tebi, zarobljen u zagrljaju tvoje nežnosti. Oslobodi me svoje draži, i povrati mi hrabrosti da ti ponudim svoje slobodno srce.

I don't want to make a tea set. I want to make crystal, as the wonderful Billy Wiseass would put it. That poor bastard has it good: he's never experienced love. It'll be easy for him to write a romance novel.

It was now the hour that turns back the longing of seafarers and melts their hearts, the day they have bidden dear friends farewell, and pierces the new traveler with love if he hears in the distance the bell that seems to mourn the dying day.

What sweet thoughts, what longing led them to the woeful pass.

Without hope we live in desire.

Places that are empty of you are empty of life.

Can peace be gained until I clasp my wombat?

Sabes lo que es un suspiro? —Supongo que me lo dirás. —Es el aire que te sobra por alguien que te falta.

We always think of what's missing.

It's funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, 'I want to go home.' But then you come home, and of course it's not the same. You can't live with it, you can't live away from it. And it seems like from then on there's always this yearning for some place that doesn't exist. I felt that. Still do. I'm never completely at home anywhere.

You know, I tried not to think of this place. I tried to let it go. To leave it behind. But it always came back to me, in my dreams. I'd dream about these details, these objects and people and places I'd left behind, and I'd wake up crying.

I'll never willingly let you go. Not after all these years of wanting you. You're my life-you're in my head and in my heart and in the air that I breathe. Every conscious moment is filled with you, and I wake every day with your name singing on my mind, I hunger for you every night, and I lie there in that spare bed, sick with longing for you, and sweating because if i come to you, it will be a ....

If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

Even now she felt the need to add, "At a certain point I realized that everyone has something like this." "What do you mean, 'like this'?" "Everyone has something they want but don't get to have.

For awhile, staring at my paper bag of clothes, my freaked-out eyes in the mirror behind the bar, I convinced myself I would go back to Bell. He was the only man that ever made me feel in life instead of just a spectator, and if he did that by fear and pain, it was still better then when I looked numbly at some man on the couch thinking, I will leave you soon.

I do. I still love him so much. And I feel so worthless because he doesn't love me anymore.

Why do people even take photographs, anyway? They're just reminders of what once was and what you'll never get back. It's so masochistic."-Dom

I can live without a boy. So why does it feel like I'm going to die?

Why did I have to love him so much if we're not going to end up together?