Quotes About Longing

Love is . . . needing to be with this one person. No—it's more like wanting to need to be with this one person. Last semester my English professor read us this great Robert Frost quotation that went something like, 'Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Niente, siamo un nulla riempito di niente, amor mio.

There's two times of year for me: Football season, and waiting for football season.

Living inside an over-sized body, I felt safer than I had in years. But something was missing. My heartbeat, I could no longer feel it beneath the walls of fat and pain." Small Pleasures: Mya's Story

Reversed Thunder," as the poet George Herbert put it. "Reversed Thunder" -- the coming of judgement in response to the cry, "How long, O Lord?

Some books you never get over, like a first love. Some books that made an enormous impression on you when you were young you are afraid to read again years later, like being sorry you met that former love for coffee, because you couldn't see what you once saw. But there are those few books that can still move you in the old, throbbing way." "How I got over

Listen, Dundy, it's been a long time since I burst into tears because a policeman didn't like me.

if you can rid your life of realities by night and keep your days as one long dream always, then you will indeed be blessed of the Gods. Gath

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.

If they ever let me in those pearly gates, I'm going to walk all over God's heaven until I find that girl. And the first thing I'm going to do is ask her if she would marry me, and do it all over again.

Sweet like candy to my soul Sweet you rock and sweet you roll Lost for you I'm so lost for you

I remember thinking I'll go on forever only knowing I'll see you again. And the touch of you is hard to remember, but like that touch, I know no other

I fall so hard inside the idea of you

Inside, my soul became so cold I hated everything. I even despised the sun, for I knew I would never be able to play in its warm presence. I cringed with hate whenever I heard other children laughing, as they played outside. My stomach coiled whenever I smelled food that was about to be served to somebody else, knowing it wasn't for me.

Es parte de la naturaleza humana desear algo y desearlo ya; es también un signo de inmadurez.

and I had no home but the heart's hut, the blistering walls of loneliness, the world's blue skymiles of longing.

Every gray day swells in around you, gold bird. Sinister as the copperhead in thick russet pinestraw, that held-back surge of piled up desire. I think my hands were born to touch and weave with air your intricate dips, veers, blinks always take.

Much of depression's pain arises out of the recognition that what might make one feel better--human connection-- seems impossible in the midst of a paralyzing episode of depression. It is rather like dying from thirst while looking at a glass of water just beyond one's reach

She'd read somewhere that hunger was the best sauce of all;

To live your whole life in exile, that's horrible.

My soul fills quietly with the yellow gas of joy. I am to see Alice. I feel light returning, a sudden surge like a goal in extra-time; hope spreads in my heart like fridgeless Clover on white white bread. Even my cold toes become warm. Then I realise that Jezebel has been sick on my feet.

It's hard, Cotton. To let yourself love something you know you may never have.

We sway and disappear in each other's arms, and "So Far Away" starts crooning through the speakers, and for one moment in time, two lonely astronauts floating in space finally find each other.

Anticipation is foreplay, and...pain is the purest form of pleasure