Quotes About Longing

No Utopia can ever give satisfaction to everyone, all the time. As their material conditions improve, men raise their sights and become discontented with power and possessions that once would have seemed beyond their wildest dreams. And even when the external world has granted all it can, there still remain the searchings of the mind and the longings of the heart. Jan

The cause of suffering is desire

Oh how I've missed you, Holmes.

That delicately bronzed skin, almost oriental in its coloring, that raven hair, the large liquid eyes, the full but exquisite lips,—all the stigmata of passion were there. But I was sadly conscious that up to now I had never found the secret of drawing it forth. However, come what might, I should have done with suspense and bring matters to a head tonight. She could but refuse me, and better be a repulsed lover than an accepted brother.

La historia de la humanidad está escrita por personas que quieren algo que no pueden tener.

Flaevynn wants only to take Treoir so she can bathe in the pool of immortality that runs beneath the castle." – Cathbad "Can she swim? Maybe she'll drown before the immortality kicks in." – Kizira

Isn't that what every woman secretly yearns for? she said lightly. to be totally swept off her feet?

When you love something enough time races ahead like the wind chasing autumn leaves, sending them skipping and dancing out of reach, no matter how fast you run. But when you want something and must wait to get it, time stops

I didn't want that kiss to ever stop. He didn't seem to, either. But after a time, I realized the drumming sound I heard was not my heart, it was hoofbeats, and they were getting louder. We broke apart, and his breathing was as ragged as mine.

She was easy to talk to, easy to look at it . . . and when she smiled at him . . . well, he couldn't call that easy. It hit him in the chest, in the weirdest damn way. Swallowing, she licked her lips and then she could have whimpered, begged for mercy, because she could taste him. Taste him, and it made her want to throw herself against him and kiss him. Again, and again .

He rolled on top of her, his weight pinning her against the bed. His hands cupped her face, tilting her head back. "I missed ­you—fuck, why can't I stop thinking about you?" he muttered, his voice low and harsh, demanding.

I think I fell in love with you before I even knew you, before I even saw you," he whispered, kissing her neck. "I feel like I've loved you my whole life, and I've just been waiting to find you.

The tragedy is not that love doesn't last. The tragedy is the love that lasts.

I nearly resent these things I have described, because they are life without you. [It] is so long. If I could only see you.

Can't you make them stop?' I asked her that day, wondering if there was anything in this woman I could speak to, if she had ever run joyfully over grass, or had watched flowers, or known delight or love.

very lonely and, often, very unhappy, with the poignant misery that comes to lonely people who long to be social and cannot, somehow, step naturally and unselfconsciously into some friendly group

She wants her cup of stars.

Slack your rope, Hangsaman, O slack it for a while, I think I see my true love coming, Coming many a mile

Look. There's only one of me, and it's all I've got. I hate seeing myself dissolve and slip and separate so that I'm living in one half, my mind, and I see the other half of me helpless and frantic and driven and I can't stop it, but I know I'm not really going to be hurt and yet time is so long and even a second goes on and on and I could stand any of it if I could only surrender—

It is a longing so intense that it creates what it desires, it cannot endure any touch of correction; it is, as I say, unspeakable.

She wants her cup of stars." Eleanor

There's only one of me, and it's all I've got. I hate seeing myself dissolve and slip and separate so that I'm living in one half, my mind, and I see the other half of me helpless and frantic and driven and I can't stop it, but I know I'm not really going to be hurt and yet time is so long and even a second goes on and on and I could stand any of it if I could only surrender—

home seemed so far away that perhaps it did not exist at all.

I dread that it may be only a longing for annihilation. No person who has seen his own face plain can want to live longer.