Quotes About Longing

For a long time - and this particular time with greater force than usual - summer has been a season that gives me a sense of emptiness and absence, and takes me back to the past.

Sometimes you tell someone to never call you again; and then the phone rings and you hope it's them - it's the most twisted logic of all time.

Separation isnt time or distance its the bridge between us finer than silk thread sharper than swords

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

I always felt like I was meant to have been born in another era, another time.

What is a thousand years? Time is short for one who thinks, endless for one who yearns.

Have you ever been so melancholy, that you wanted to fit in the palm of your beloved's hand? And lie there, for fortnights, or decades, or the length of time between stars? In complete silence?

Buddy , you might think that I've lost my mind. But mister, I'd pay twice to do it one more time.

Once upon a time the world was sweeter than we knew. Everything was ours; how happy we were then, but then once upon a time never comes again.

We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred time, you go back to her and I go back to black.

To live in a place where I am not, and in a time that is either past or not yet come.

And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?

Fantastic! Right in the middle of that long stretch between Christmas and Spring Break, your coats are getting dirty, everything's dark, dingy - what a great time for a movie!

Story of O is a fairy tale for another world, a world where some part of me lived for a long time, a world that no longer exists except between the covers of a book.

The more vast the amount of time we've left behind us, the more irresistible is the voice calling us to return to it.

Part of the glamour of being a poet was always this long reach into the future. You knew you were managing time.

Cook, at that moment in time, I would have sold my body for a mocha latte

I am dying. I haven't drunk champagne for a long time.

Longing is the core of mystery. Longing itself brings the cure. The only rule is, suffer the pain. Your desires must be disciplined And what you want to happen in time, sacrificed.

What shall I do with all the days and hours That must be counted ere I see thy face? How shall I charm the interval that lowers Between this time and that sweet time of grace?

And in that moment I possessed and lost the whole world and everything in it and was left with the feeling and the knowledge, which is love, that no matter how we give ourselves we always end up losing. That to love is to lose, the moment we agree to the bargain. And that, being human, we keep standing there wanting to lose more.

MOST OF US have harbored a fantasy wherein we return to confront a lost first love, and, in that reunion, we have become better looking, thinner, richer, utterly desirable— so desirable that our lost love realizes instantly that he has made a terrible mistake.

You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms...

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.