Quotes About Longing

Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.

And yet I don't seem able to touch on the subjects I'm so longing to bring out into the daylight.

I can't quite recall, or evoke, that strange and powerful feeling that made me yearn to be with him every moment of every day, that made me think "till death do us part" sounded wonderful instead of simply like a very, very long time.

there is a piece of me missing so big that the pain doubles me over, clawing at my gut...

She wants to be someone else, somewhere else, and I can't blame her.

I too wished that death would come and rescue me.

we shouldn't always have what we want: it spoils the best of us, doesn't it?

Oh, they have robbed me of the hope. My spirit held so dear; They will not let me hear that voice My soul delights to hear. They will not let me see that face I so delight to see; And they have taken all thy smiles. And all thy love from me.

Alas! how far the promise of anticipation exceeds the pleasure of possession!

I gave up hoping...But, still, I would think of him, I would cherish his image in my mind, and treasure every word, look and gesture that memory could retain.

The rose I gave you was an emblem of my heart,' said she; 'would you take it away and leave me here alone?' 'Would you give me your hand too, if I asked it?' 'Have I not said enough?

Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears Can witness how I cling to thee?

Oh, they have robbed me of the hope My spirit held so dear; They will not let me hear that voice My soul delights to hear. They will not let me see that face I so delight to see; And they have taken all thy smiles, And all thy love from me. Well, let them seize on all they can;- One treasure still is mine,- A heart that loves to think on thee, And feels the worth of thine.

nothing was seen or heard of Mr. Weston; until, at last, I gave up hoping, for even my heart acknowledged it was all in vain. But still, I would think of him: I would cherish his image in my mind; and treasure every word, look, and gesture that my memory could retain;

I would rather admire you from this distance, fair lady, than be the partner of your home.

What business had I to think so much of one that never thought of me? Was it not foolish? was it not wrong? Yet, if I found such deep delight in thinking of him, and if I kept those thoughts to myself, and troubled no one else with them, where was the harm of it?

My soul is sick of solitude.

Abscence makes the heart grow fonder.

It was with an agitated burning heart and brain that I hurried homewards, regardless of that scorching noon-day sun - forgetful of everything but her I had just left.

Colui che non osa toccare la spina, non dovrebbe mai desiderare la rosa.

I hope members with younger children will enjoy sharing my first read-aloud chapter book with them. It's about a little princess who longs to get to know her subjects so that she can be a good Queen one day. I loved writing it!

Nothing had happened yet in my life except the need to get out of it.

One night when I was pregnant with Henry, I lay in bed thinking for some reason, about Treasure Island. I realized that from the entire book there was only one sentence I remembered verbatim, something that Ben Gunn, who has been marooned for three years, says to Jim Hawkins: Many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese -- toasted mostly. I repeated the last two words over and over again, like a mantra. Toasted, mostly. Toasted mostly.

I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle, look at the world, feel young and know that I'm free, and yet I can't let it show.