Quotes About Longing

He had always disliked what he could easily have; he had a passion for the untouched.

...my heart sinks like a comb into wave after wave of your silky hair.

You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment.

Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.

Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.

This is how we are with wine and beautiful food... we want and we get drunk with wanting, then the headache and bitterness afterward.

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.

Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.

When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you're not here, I can't go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.

Fool! You may hate me...But I...I haven't stopped thinking of you for a single day.

As I pass through the lengthy struggle of life in this fleeting world, I cannot help but long for the midnight moon I once saw."- Kanna

Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell of clover; Clear-visioned, though it break you; far apart From the dead best, the dear and old delight; Throw down your dreams of immortality, O faithful, O foolish lover!

All the little emptiness of love!

Oh! death will find me long before I tire of watching you.

If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain. If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape. I'm the lady you've looked for, write to me, and escape.

Her smiles were blurred, as if seen from a moving train. Her eyes always creased at the edges by dreams of leaving.

The pure, the bright, the beautiful, That stirred our hearts in youth, The impulse to a wordless prayer, The dreams of love and truth; The longings after something lost, The spirit's yearning cry, The striving after better hopes … These things can never die.

Enough for me that you are beautiful: Beauty possessed diminishes. Better a dream of love Than love's dream broken; Better a look exchanged Than love's word spoken. Enough for me that you walk past, A firefly flashing in the dark.

What is nostalgia, after all, but an attempt to preserve that which was good in the past?

I decided that one day I would have to break journey there, spend a day in the town, make inquiries, and find the girl who had stolen my heart with nothing but a look from her dark, impatient eyes.

Once You Have Lived with the Mountains' it is not easy to live elsewhere. I longed to return to the hills and live in a place with windows facing beautiful views. That is what I explore in 'Best of All Windows'. For a room without a view is hardly a living place—merely a place of transit.

there's no harm in indulging in a little nostalgia. What is nostalgia, after all, but an attempt to preserve that which was good in the past?

What could I do about finding a girl I had seen only twice, who had hardly spoken to me, and about whom I knew nothing—absolutely nothing—but for whom I felt a tenderness and responsibility that I had never felt before?

We said goodbye. 'Remember this day, Ruskin,' said my father. He patted me gently on the head and walked away. I never saw him again. Three months later I heard that he had passed away in the military hospital in Calcutta. I dream of him sometimes, and in my dream he is always the same, caring for me and leading me by the hand along old familiar roads.