Quotes About Longing

I'm not jealous of your feelings for people. But I am jealous of people's feelings for you. [...] When you're there, I know quite well our love is the truest; but from afar I find it a burden to see you trailing round in the other hearts.

tutku bir eksiklik, bir kopu?, yerini dolduraca?? bir ?ey gerektirir.

My eyes followed André. Maybe it is during those moments, as I watch him disappear, that he exists for me with the most overwhelming clarity: his tall shape grows smaller, each pace marking out the path of his return; it vanishes and the street seems to be empty; but in fact it is a field of energy that will lead him back to me as to his natural habitat: I find this certainty even more moving than his presence.

When she does not find love, she may find poetry.

What does love mean to him, these days? He clings to me as he might cling to anything he had been used to for a long while, but I no longer bring him any kind of happiness. Perhaps it is unfair, but I resent it: he accepts this indifference---he has settled down into it.

I loved being loved: the bleakness of my future terrified me.

Au galop mes jours m'échappent et en chacun d'eux je languis.

Distance is the soul of the beautiful.

We cannot take a single step towards heaven. It is not In our power to travel in a vertical direction. If however we look heavenward for a long time, God comes and takes us up. He raises us easily.

It is because the will has no power to bring about salvation that the idea of secular morality is an absurdity. What is called morality only depends on the will in what is, so to speak, its most muscular aspect. Religion on the contrary corresponds to desire, and it is desire that saves...To long for God and to renounce all the rest, that alone can save.

Desire is impossible: it destroys its object. Lovers cannot be one, nor can Narcissus be two. Don Juan, Narcissus. Because to desire something is impossible, we have to desire what is nothing

Oh, Sam, my dear, but I'm so grasping! I want the whole world, not just Zenith! I DON'T want to be a good wife and mother and play cribbage prettily! I want splendor! Great horizons!

Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.

The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses grey, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.

A re you going to kiss me now or what?" I finally blurted out. "No," he said. "Then why is your face like two inches away from mine?" I asked. "I just like to look at you," he said seriously. "I want to look at you." His expression was almost pained.

I am a warrior in the time of women warriors; the longing for justice is the sword I carry.

Enrique will be left with his father, Luis, who has been separated from Lourdes for three years.

I remember you. You were like burning firelight in that cave, all shimmery, dancing color. I lean closer over the island, mesmerized by his words, his hand on my face. If he keeps talking this way, he's going to see me like that again. Tell me you thought about me. That you think about me now. I thought about you, I whisper, I've never stopped thinking about you. Somehow I doubt I ever will.

I'll find you. I will. We'll be together again.

I will never see him again. Never know why he let me go. Never learn if he really whispered what I think he did. Beautiful.

I won't leave you! Do you know how unbearable it's been without you? You're not like the rest of them. His hand swipes through air almost savagely. I stare at him, my eyes wide and aching. You're not some well-trained puppy content to go along with what you're told. You have fire. He laughs brokenly. I don't mean literally, although there is that. There's something in you, Jacinda. You're the only thing real for me there, the only thing remotely interesting.

See you soon (but not soon enough).

All I can say is, she's the one I think about. All the time. She's the voice I want to hear. She's the face I hope to see. - Sam Roxton

All this time, I wasn't hungry for success, I was hungry.