Quotes About Longing

The music, yearning like a God in pain.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

To make delicious moanUpon the midnight hours.

This living hand, now warm and capableOf earnest grasping, would, if it were coldAnd in the icy silence of the tomb,So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nightsThat thou would wish thine own heart dry of bloodSo in my veins red life might stream again,And thou be conscience-calm'd—see here it is—I hold it towards you.

She looked at me as she did love,And made sweet moan.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bellTo toll me back from thee to my sole self!

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

I have so much of you in my heart.

Another part of you is already an old man, looking back on things. Waiting at the door for his granddaughter who's trying to make her way home for a visit. You are two people still separated by an ocean of time, part of you bursting to talk about what you saw, part of you longing to tell you what it means.

anemoia nostalgia for a time you never experienced.

waldosia n. a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain's way of checking to see whether they're still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.

sitheless adj. feeling wistful upon brushing past a person you once shared a life with-noticing the same touch on the arm, seeing the same smile, hearing the same laugh you used to adore-suddenly all too aware that it's no longer for you, and lo longer carries the meaning it once did.

vellichor n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you'll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.

appriesse n. the feeling of loss that you never had the chance to meet a certain person before they died, which compels you to try to get to know them anyway, gathering snapshots and stories to build out a sketch of who they were, learning them like a character in a novel, which makes them feel all the more alive even though you've already skipped ahead and read the last page.

amentalio n. the sadness of realizing that you're already forgetting sense memories of the departed-already struggling to hear their voice, picture the exact shade of their eyes, or call to mind little gestures you once knew by heart.

yu yi the longing to feel things intensely again.

astrophe the feeling of being stuck on Earth.

PIE?? MI?OSNA DLA ?MIERCI Przychodzisz do mnie znów, Nie zapominasz o mnie. Do ko?ca trwa agonia, A? p?kn? me okowy. Wci?? si? pojawiasz obca i daleka Jeste? ?ywa, ?mierci. Stoisz jak zimna gwiazda Nad moj? rozpacz?. Lecz potem si? przybli?asz, ca?a w p?omieniach. Przyjd?, kochanko, jestem tu. Zabierz mnie, jestem twój.

So I've got a new friend I wish I could forget you But I miss you, wanna kiss you again She's like you, but she's not you, gotta find you again

I was twenty years old and I hungered after something but I did not know what. Not love, I think. Not even a sense of belonging. My hunger was not for anything in the future or even in the present. It was for something past, and I did not know what it was.

I seek a father who most need a son.

But it was my parents I longed for mostly. I wanted to be a little girl again and cuddle into them, wriggling in between them like I'd done in their bed when I was three or four, snug and warm in the safest place in the world. Instead I had Hell.

The distant soul can shake the distant friend's soul and make the longing felt, over untold miles.

Beauty you lifted up my sleeping eye And filled my heart with longing with a look.