Quotes About Longing

We could have gone on longing for one another and pretending not to notice forever. This obsession with dignity can ruin your life if you let it.

I feel as though I stand at the foot of an infinitely high staircase, down which some exuberant spirit is flinging tennis ball after tennis ball, eternally, and the one thing I want in the world is a tennis ball.

Yes, it's tough, it's tough, that goes without saying. But isn't waiting itself and longing a wonder, being played on by wind, sun, and shade?

Me enloquecía que estuviera tan lejos, fuera del alcance de mi doliente piel. Pero también había algo intenso en la incorporeidad, como si la distancia amplificase nuestra conexión.

Darcy didn't want this interruption to last only a year. She wanted to see how long she could stretch this feeling out. To be dizzy with words again, like in that glorious week at the end of last November when everything had fallen into place. Darcy wanted that feeling not just for a year. She wanted it forever.

She was so beautiful I had to move away.

Currents of desire and excitement that she had not known or thought about for years now flooded in her. She wanted him to bring alive what she had buried, and to demean, destroy, her fabricated self.

And in that history you're trying to connect to something that once was yours - to something purer, better, something that you lost or something, maybe, that you never knew but that you feel you knew.

I will think of you every day. All the time. If ever you should think of me and wonder what I'm doing, I'm thinking of you. That's all I'll be doing. Nothing else.

I've missed you, Frank.' 'I haven't breathed since you left.

The truer urge she had was to provide for him what his life had lacked; there was an area of experience, of laughter and domestic pleasure, which was apparently unknown to him; and the shape of that absence seemed to be the shape of her own self.

Many times I hav elaid down and longed for death. No future generation will ever know what this was like. They will never understand. When it is over we will go quietly among them living and we will note tell them. We will talk and step and go about our business like human beings. We will seal what we have seen in the silence of our hearts and no words will reach us.

Yet on the dusky veranda she had seemed like a force of nature that had somehow sought out the landscape of his longing and moulded itself to each contour.

Which of us can deny that at some level we are afflicted by a sense that our human lives are incomplete and that there lies, just beyond the reach of our perceptions, a paradise that once was ours?

I wanted another drink; I wanted another bottle; I wanted to drain the river Lethe till I was ready to be born again.

Things That Arouse a Fond Memory of the Past Dried hollyhock. The objects used during the Display of Dolls. To find a piece of deep violet or grape-colored material that has been pressed between the pages of a notebook. It is a rainy day and one is feeling bored. To pass the time, one starts looking through some old papers. And then one comes across the letters of a man one used to love. Last year's paper fan. A night with a clear moon.

It's quite extraordinary how, from sheer vexation, you find yourself longing for even some passing commoner to have the sensibility to appreciate the scene, and later spread the word.

A young couple who love each other but who can't be together as they long to be because someone is preventing it.4

Cómo puede uno comer cuando el corazón está ocupado?

They want the way it will make them feel.

Everyone wants something that they can't possibly have. And if they could have it, they'd discover that they didn't really want it all along.

Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

Endless moons, an opaque universe, thunder, tornadoes, the quaking earth. Rare moments of peace; forehead up against my knees, arms around my head, I thought, I listened, I longed not to exist. But life was there, a transparent pearl, a star revolving slowly on its own axis.