Quotes About Longing

our soul, once set free, seeks only to return.

What a smile. What a dazzle. How I wished for an instant that I had loved him.

When we are weary, we speak lovingly of dreams as if they embodied our true desires—what we would have when that which we do have so sorely disappoints us

As time passed, Michael lost a little faith that he would ever have the love he wanted.

It's so easy to wish for death when nothing's wrong with you! It's so easy to fall in love with death, and I've been all my life, and seen its most faithful worshipers crumble in the end, screaming just to live, as if all the dark veils and the lilies and the smell of candles, and grandiose promises of the grave, meant nothing.

Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this.

The woman was forty-one years old, yet she looked both ancient and young—a stooped and pale child, untouched by adult worry or passion. Deirdre, did you ever have a lover? Did you ever dance in that parlor?

The sun shocked me, and made me sicken, yet how I wanted it, how I longed for it, and yet it rebuked me and seemed to scourge me as if it were a whip.

You long to be seen and approached and understood and to get into mischief, to stir everything up and see if it won't boil over and if God won't come down and grab you by the hair. Well, there is no God. You might as well be God.

Why must I see him brought low like this when it had taken so many decades to cement my love for him forever?

Mine was the naïveté of the living; now it is the confusion and longing of the dead. Pray when I am finished with this tale, I will go on to something greater. Punishment even would have its shape, its purpose, some conviction of meaning. I cannot imagine eternal flames. But I can imagine eternal meaning.

And you have never given me your love.

I bent down, close to him, and kissed the side of his throat. My friend, my deepest friend in the world once. And now we'll have this union. Lust old and new. The boy I'd been loving him. I felt the blood pulsing through the artery. My left arm slid beneath his right arm. Don't hurt him. He couldn't get away from me. He didn't even try.

I can't get Him out of my head. I never have. I never will.

Lestat, let me drink. Let me look for the blood with my tongue and my hear. Let me drink, please; you can't deny me that one moment of intimacy.

I have no one here, and then who comes but one who left such a stamp on my girlish heart that the details are as deep as the finest coin.

You make me think of the old story about Alexander the Great. He wept when there were no more worlds to conquer. Will you

It pierced me as a beam pierces darkness, singing Come to me; all things will be forgiven if only you come to me. I am more alone than I have ever been.

I was poisoned by love, that in the call of Suzanne I was awakened to love, and to the nightmare of want.

Through a haze I saw the shape of him as he grew nearer to me. I felt his hands cup my face and turn it towards him. I saw the glimmer of his blue eyes, wintry flames, indistinct yet burning fiercely.

I sat watching, listening, one hand shielding my lowered face from anyone and no one, my elbow resting on the rail, the passion in me subsiding, the taste of the girl on my lips. It was as though on the smell of the rain came her perfume still, and in the empty theater I could hear the throb of her beating heart.

Stop looking at my buttons,' Lestat said. 'Go out there into the trees. Rid yourself of all the human waste in your body, and don't fall so madly in love with the night that you lose your way!

It was as though on the smell of the rain came her perfume still, and in the empty theater I could hear the throb of her beating heart.

I wanted to touch him once more with my cold fingers, but I did not dare.