Quotes About Longing

A tiny architect works inside the human heart drawing sketches of the ideal love from the people it sees, from the books it reads, from its hopes and daydreams, in the fond hope that the eye may one day see the ideal and the hand touch it. Life becomes satisfying the moment the dream is seen walking, and the person appears as the incarnation of all that one loved. The

Woe to you that are filled: for you shall hunger";

Quand on a été séparé de sa patrie, on comprend mieux encore combien elle vous est chère.

Posseït Sóc més lluny que estimar-te. Quan els cucs faran un sopar fred amb el meu cos trobaran un regust de tu. I ets tu que indecentment t'has estimat per mi fins al revolt: saciada de tu, ara t'excites, te me'n vas darrera d'un altre cos, i em refuses la pau. No sóc sinó la mà amb què tu palpeges.

Always. At every moment, asleep and awake, during the most sublime and most abject moments, Amaranta thought of Rebeca, because solitude had made a selection in her memory and had burned the dimming piles of nostalgic waste that life had accumulated in her heart, and had purified, magnified, and eternalized the others, the most bitter ones.

I've remained a virgin for you.

Let me stay here, he said. There was soap.

Nu trecea o clip? f?r? s? se gândeasc? la ea, tot ce mânca ÅŸi bea avea gustul ei, viaÅ£a era ea, la orice or? ÅŸi pretutindeni, cum numai Domnul avea dreptul ÅŸi puterea de a fi ÅŸi c? bucuria suprem? a sufletului s?u ar fi s? moar? împreun? cu ea.

The more the heart is nourished with happiness, the more it is insatiable.

And of course it has nothing to do with the fact that I haven't been with a women since I came to your bed back in February-Devlin.

Father asks frequently in his letters whether I fancy any Ayorthaian young lady or any in our acquaintance at home. I say no I suppose I'm confessing another fault: pride. I don't want him to know that I love if my affections are not returned

Everyone else reached the Shores of Sleep, but I remained oceans away.

Everyone called it losing Mother, but she wasn't lost. She was gone, and no matter where I went—another town, another country, Fairyland, or Gnome Caverns—I wouldn't find her.

Ille mi par esse deo videtur ille, si fas est, superare divos, qui sedens adversus identitem te spectat et audit dulce ridentem, misero quod omnis eripit sensus mihi: nam simul te, Lesbia, aspexi, nihil est super mi lingua sed torpet, tenuis sub artus flamma demanat, sonitu suopte tintinant aures gemina, teguntur lumina nocte. otium, Catulle, tibi molestum est; otio exsultas nimiumque gestis; otium et reges prius et beatas perdidit urbes.

And she had been in love enough times to rule out the possibility that this was merely some feat of nostalgia.

Their looks and personalities were still intact, but some thing had atrophied ever so slightly. Their faces bore the distinct wear of goals gone too long unfulfilled.

and one knows, after a long time of solitude, after the many steps taken away from one's kind, toward the kingdom of strangers, the hard prayer inside one's own singing is to come back, if one can, to one's own, a world almost lost, in the exile that deepens, when one has lived a long time alone.

Lo único que me duele de morir, es que no sea de amor.

I have never seen snow and do not know what winter means.

I went with a pixie cut when my daughter was really young. It was easy - I mean, it was really easy. But I missed my long hair. Especially after a long winter, all I want is sexy summer hair.

I'm from Sweden, so I don't enjoy winter at all; there's nothing cute about it.

Although in my life the level of loss has never reached the extremes it does in 'The Winter People,' I certainly can identify with being both a daughter longing for her mother and being a mother who is almost scared by the intensity of her love for her daughter.

Winters are so long in northern Michigan - nearly nine months of gray skies and deep snow - that summer comes as a fresh burst.

Sometimes, though only in my most unguarded moments, I can still think of Annette Winters as my first love. At fifteen, she was tall, slender, very dark: an intelligent, sly girl possessed of what I think of now, though I didn't think of then, as a kind of debatable beauty.