Quotes About Longing

I love you more than songs can say, but I can't keep running after yesterday...

How dare you say it's nothing to me? Baby, you're the only light I ever saw.

Half of my heart's got a real good imagination, half of my heart's got you. . .Half of my hearts got a right mind to tell you that half of my heart won't do.

I want you so bad I'll go back on the things I believe. There I just said it, I'm scared you'll forget about me.

Half of my heart is a shotgun wedding To a bride with a paper ring And half of my heart is the part of a man Who's never truly loved anything

And it's hard for me to take a stand When I would take her anyway I can.

But all life turns away from its own eventual hopelessness, leaving insomnia and its night to lovers and the dying.

A priest could have no anguish, he'd given up happiness, his fixed life moving in the calm of certainty into its end, cursed by no earthly love or longing, all had been chosen years before.

He felt a keen regret that he had spoken so of Dave Masters, the defiant boy they both had loved, whose ghost had held them, all these years, in a friendship whose depth they had never quite realized.

So what do you think about love?' I asked Mesut in a casual tone. 'Love is to get caught on something,' he said readily. 'It's to be unable to forget.

I wondered if Ivan was asleep. It was terrible to think that he was in this city, possibly very nearby, but I couldn't see him or talk to him because he didn't love me. I couldn't be with him for one minute, not even for the weird leftover hours that nobody else wanted, like from one to three a.m. on a Wednesday.

When he leaned in to kiss me, it was like sliding back into the water on one of those long days at the beach, where you just get out so you can go back in again.

At the same time, it seemed certain to me that someday I would really want to hear his voice and wouldn't be able to, and I would think back to the time that he had invited me to call him, and it would seem as incomprehensible as an invitation to speak to the dead.

I had wanted to become a novelist before I even knew how to read, back when I could only consume books by having them read to me, and none of them seemed long enough. They left too many questions unanswered, too many ramifications unexplored.

An amazing sight, someone you're infatuated with trying to fish something out of a jeans pocket.

At the same time, it seemed certain to me that someday I would really want to hear his voice and wouldn't be able to, and I would think back to the time that he had invited me to call him, and it would seem as incomprehensible as an invitation to speak to the dead.

Even Meredith's attraction to Freddy had paled when compared to the real love of Meredith's life. The steady, unconditional, fortifying love of Meredith's father was gone forever.

Then Phoebe came to the underlined verses. My life with you has been beyond beyond/And there's nothing beyond it I'm seeking/I wouldn't mind being dead/If I could still be with you.

Even if Willa lives to be a hundred and is surrounded by children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren, she will still miss her mother. So all she can hope for are unexpected moments of grace.

There is nothing more mysterious, confounding, and unknowable, than the desires of the human heart.

There is nothing more mysterious, confounding, and unknowable, Eleanor thinks, than the desires of the human heart.

She wants to stay right here, with all of those sumptuous plans still in front of her, forever.

in that place men found themselves in when they needed bolstering? His sweet and pretty wife wasn't enough? His two healthy kids weren't enough? He needed more, he needed someone to worship him, someone to think he was a hero?

be missing her. He had to be thinking