Quotes About Longing

There is no satisfaction in eternity,' she said. 'There is only loss.

She looked out across the water and allowed the feeling of longing to wash over her, spill into the crevices of her soul, and fill her completely.

Day and Night with you would never be enough.

Do you ever want to talk away from your life?... Do you ever think this life is not exactly what you had planned? Do you ever crave something, anything that could wake you up?

She snatched at the dream that had comforted her for so long. It was faded and thin, like a letter too often read.

There is no escape if love is not there," Hannah had said. Had Hannah known when she herself had not even suspected? It was not escape that she had dreamed about, it was love.

The Abbé was no believer in too much intimacy. Human beings, precariously making their souls, could not press in too closely upon each other without damage, he thought. The instinct for fusion was one of those immortal longings whose complete satisfaction was not for this life.

Endless longing; a face you'd known since childhood, since birth almost; a body that moved as though it were your own. These were things you never spoke of, things you never hoped for; things you could never admit to. Things you'd die for, and die of.

Remember me at Winterlong.

If you are the type who truly longs to be a Southern Belle at all times, regardless of taking twice the space available in bus, subway or elsewhere, you had best remove yourself to a large estate replete with servants.

You stand next to the sea and you're in touch with all your longings and all your losses.

Oh Harry," [Gwen] said. "I wish I were a different kind of person." What kind of person, he wanted to know. "Someone," she said slowly, "who truly loves life." He was still looking at her, still cradling his glasses in his left hand. He said, "You're the kind of person who never stops trying.

She remembers reaching into her schoolbag for the letter the way you reach for a second piece of cake if it remains on the table long enough. You do it without thinking, even though you've been thinking of nothing else.

I dreamed of death the way previously I'd dreamed of the pain leaving me, and the way before that I'd dreamed of gardens and children and weekends away. Death was my elusive lover, treasured and longed for and jealously guarded, and always distant. Always out of reach.

She can't quite bring herself to say more than that. And even when Jim had been alive and well, despite being happy and settled and everything else that came with a twenty-year marriage, it had been Aiden she'd thought about before falling asleep, Aiden she'd fantasised about when the mood took her.

It's hard to say you miss someone who you never really knew

Smile that gorgeous smile for me one more time before I know that it will never be completely for me.

I want things to be like they were before...but even better. I want you to not leave this time...please don't break my heart.

I breathe in and I remember you. I breathe out and remember you, I'll always remember everything.

How can I compete, when I know our lips will never meet? I can't show you that we might just make fireworks in the middle of december.... Three years from now someone will say my name and I hope we'll have a love story you can remember... Hang up your shoes and settle down before time passes you. Let me show you honey, that life is beautiful not with one, but two <3

There is a broken song that plays over in my head each time I hear someone say his name.

Don't come back, if you do I'll be counting down the days even though I know you'll leave all over again. So please do this one thing for me and don't come back...

So maybe you were that guy that I always talked about. And maybe just maybe everyday I secretly hoped you would figure it out.

I arrive home with pink flushed cheeks and glittering green-blue eyes. The hardest part is the his smell that lingers on my skin. He is here and yet he isn't here at all. It is only a trick of the mind; a terrible delusion that leaves me with pale, white arms grasping out into the shallow blunt, blackness for someone who is far away. Someone who leaves you feeling utterly and beautifully broken.