Quotes About Longing

You were just too young. And in the wrong place at the wrong time in my life." "A likely excuse. I haven't been 'too young' for some time, and it's taken you nine years to even kiss me again. At this rate, you'll only advance to ravishing me when I'm forty." He dearly hoped he'd be ravishing her at forty. And thirty-five and twenty-nine and the day after tomorrow. Or today. That would certainly move his process along.

Beneath all his reckless remarks, he is a good man. And he genuinely wants to marry you-after last night at the ball I am certain of that much. So accept his offer, for God's sake. And give me great-grandchildren. That is all I want." "And what about what I want?" "You want him. I can see it whenever you look at him, the same way I can see it in his eyes whenever he looks at you.

Because apparently I'm more selfish than I thought. I simply can't bear to be without her." Stoneville's expression softened. "Now that's what you should say when next you see her." "And when might that be?" Jackson asked.

I've seen how he looks at you. It's how I look at the last bit of bacon on the serving plate. He likes you"--Cousin Freddy to Maria.

What way am I looking at him?" she asked. "Like he's marzipan, and you want a bite

Are you in love with Rathmoor, then?" "Yes." The answer came without her even thinking about it. Because she was. She probably always had been. She'd told Dom that he'd killed her love for him, but the truth was, it was unkillable. Though she'd thought to root him out of her heart, he'd merely lain dormant in the wintry ground, waiting until spring when he could grow over her heart like the pernicious honeysuckle in Uncle's arbor.

I never forgot you for one day, one hour, on moment. It was you, always you. Everything I did, was for you. No one else.

I never forgot you for one day, one hour, one moment. It was you--always you. Everything I did was for you , damn it. No one else.

Driving to class with him. All I could think about was that it had been three days since I'd touched his face AND HE SEEMED so fine. I said, to him "you seem like you didn't miss a beat." He looked at me and said Sabrina, I've missed so many beats, I've MADE A RhytHM.

Freedom—or mukti or moksha—is seen as the natural longing in every human being and our ultimate destination.

It does not matter how large a boundary we set, the moment you become conscious of it, the longing to break it is instinctive.

If the body is at a certain level of alertness and awareness you will see that once it is well rested, it will awaken—that is, if it is eager to come to life. If it is somehow trying to use the bed as a grave, then it is a problem. Keep the body in such a way that it is not longing to avoid or escape life. Maintain it in such a way that it is longing to come awake.

Most people are not aware of the nature of their longing. When their longing finds unconscious expression, we call this greed, conquest, ambition. When their longing finds conscious expression, we call this yoga.

The faster you achieve your success, the faster you realize this. When you are in a certain state of insufficiency, you keep thinking that everything will be okay once your dreams are realized. But if all the things you dreamt of happen very quickly, you suddenly realize that, although everything is happening as you thought it should, life still remains unfulfilled and your longings persist.

No matter who you are or what you have achieved, you still want a little more than what you have right now. This is human desire.

Every human being lives in a perpetual state of insufficiency.

The thing to remember is that none of these will settle you in any enduring way. Human life is longing for unlimited expansion, and that is the only thing that will settle you for good. The

He was going on four years of longing, of wanting to touch her, taste her, simply be near her.

A l'adolescence, on rêve du jour où l'on quittera ses parents, un autre jour ce sont vos parents qui vous quittent. Alors, on ne rêve plus qu'à pouvoir redevenir, ne serait-ce qu'un instant, l'enfant qui vivait sous leur toit, les prendre dans vos bras, leur dire sans pudeur qu'on les aime, se serrer contre eux pour qu'ils vous rassurent encore une fois.

Même si aujourd'hui je vis sans elle, je ne suis plus jamais seul, puisqu'elle existe quelque part. (Even if I do't have her now, I'll never be alone again, because she exists somewhere)

None of us have much time. And yet you act as if things were eternal—the way you fear and long for them.… Before long, darkness. And whoever buries you mourned in their turn.

The earth, saith the poet, doth often long after the rain. So is the glorious sky often as desirous to fall upon the earth, which argues a mutual kind of love between them.

As they that long after figs in winter when they cannot be had; so are they that long after children, before they be granted them.

XXIX. As they that long after figs in winter when they cannot be had; so are they that long after children, before they be granted them. XXX.