Quotes About Longing

She was the most beautiful thing you ever saw. She was radiant. And she was wearing this necklace... When you see the necklace in the painting, it all makes sense. He loved her. Even if she lived to one hundred and five without ever getting an answer.

I had a craving for pineapple and a pink cardigan

He's the one I think about. All the time. He's the voice I want to hear. When my phone bleeps, I hope it's him.

I'm lying. I don't just need someone like you. I need you.

I want him. I'm sorry? I peer at her, flicking my mobile open out of habit. The man I just met. I felt it, right here. The sizzle. She presses her concave stomach. I want to dance with him.

But... we'll always have Paris. I pause, thinking this through. At least, you'll have it. And you can tell me about it.

I would go so far as to say I can't seem to build the life I want without you. Nothing fits.

Suddenly I can't bear being near him anymore. I can't bear seeing his generous, brave face, his woodland eyes, his everything... and knowing that they can't be mine.

There's only so long you can smile brightly at the man who has your heart but loves someone else.

Because you can want and want and want..But if he doesn't want you back...you might as well wish the sky were red.

She somehow understands that I have to know how Seb is, because I feel this strange, inextricable link to him. Which isn't a relationship-- God, of course not. We're not even friends, really. It's just... it's a different kind of thing. A yearning. A tugging in my heart. A need to be with him and know that he's OK. I mean, what would you call that?

I've seen bright, intelligent girls, waiting and hoping…" She shakes her head. "They know deep down he'll never come back." "So why do they hope?" I can't help asking. "Because it's human nature to hope for impossible things.

You just have to accept it, Effie, says Bean, sounding sad. I know it's hard. When Hal dumped me, all I wanted was Hal. I wanted him so badly, I thought the universe must give me him. It must. Her voice trembles. But it didn't. I couldn't have him. I had to have something different. I had to be happy with something different. Otherwise, what am I going to do, just cry my whole life? She sits up in bed, a ray of moonlight making her eyes glitter. What are you going to do, cry your whole life?

All I can say is, she's the one I think about." Margaret pauses, and her voice softens as she reads. "All the time. She's the voice I want to hear. She's the face I hope to see." My throat is full of lumps. I'm swallowing desperately, trying to keep my composure. He's the one I think about. All the time. He's the voice I want to hear. When my phone bleeps, I hope it's him.

He's the one I think about. All the time. He's the voice I want to hear. When my phone bleeps, I hope it's him. "Who

I want him. Desperately. Even I simultaneously know that a lot of things I might want in life are not good choices.

It was nice to want you so badly it made me breathless yet at the same time hate myself.

I tell myself to look away, but the truth is, I don't want to look away. I want to be drawn into his gaze. Which is dumb. And wrong. He belongs to another woman, I remind myself sternly. He likes whiny, shouty, newsreadery-type women.

knight in shining armor is not a realistic option. But there's a part of me that wants a huge, amazing romance. I want passion. I want to be swept off my feet. I want an earthquake, or a Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I don't know, a huge whirlwind Ã¢â'¬Â¦ something exciting. Sometimes I feel as if there's this whole new, thrilling life waiting for me out there, and if I can just—

He pauses to stretch out his fingers and I'm suddenly transfixed by his hands. Hands which used to roam over me, caress me, make love to me. I know how much emotional intelligence is in those hands. I know how he balances thoughtful, cerebral caution with audacious risk-taking, all without a flicker.

You're in love with impossibility

We long to have again the vanished past, in spite of all its pain.

Show me a man who longs to live a day beyond his time who turns his back on a decent length of life, I'll show the world a man who clings to folly.

All my love gone for nothing. Days of my love, years of my love.