Quotes About Longing

Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time.

Sex. Love. The lack of both was like two deprivations from two deep and timeless wells.

Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move,This cannot take her.If of herself she will not love,Nothing can make her.The devil take her!

Out upon it, I have lovedThree whole days together;And am like to love three more,If it prove fair weather.

I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?

You have left me heartless; mine is in your bosom.

Because in the long run' Stoner said, 'it isn't Edith or even Grace, or the certainty of losing Grace, that keeps me here; it isn't the scandal or the hurt to you or me; it isn't the hardship we would have to go through, or even the loss of love we might have to face. It's simply the destruction of ourselves, of what we would do'.

Then he smiled fondly, as if at a memory; it occurred to him that he was nearly sixty years old and that he ought to be beyond the force of such passion, of such love. But he was not beyond it, he knew, and would never be. Beneath the numbness, the indifference, the removal, it was there, intense and steady; it had always been there

He stood looking at her for a long time. He felt a distant pity and reluctant friendship and familiar respect; and he felt also a weary sadness, for he knew that no longer could the sight of her bring upon him the agony of desire that he had once known, and knew that he would never again be moved as he had once been moved by her presence. The sadness lessened, and he covered her gently, turned out the light, and got in bed beside her.

coming home early only when his loneliness for a brief glimpse of his daughter, or a word with her, made it impossible for him to stay away.

He felt at times that he was a kind of vegetable, and he longed for something—even pain—to pierce him, to bring him alive.

He felt at times that he was kind of a vegetable and he longed for something--even pain-- to pierce him, to bring him alive.

Even now, after all these years, I can taste the bitter sweetness of that body, and feel beneath me the firm warmth. It is odd that I can do so, for I know that the flesh of Julius Antonius now is smoke, and is dispersed into the air. That body is no more, and my body remains upon this earth. It is odd to know that. No other man has touched me since that afternoon. No man shall touch me for as long as I shall live.

He took a grim and ironic pleasure from the possibility that what little learning he had managed to acquire had led him to this knowledge: that in the long run all things, even the learning that let him know this, were futile and empty, and at last diminished into a nothingness they did not alter.

He wondered how many other people were lucky enough to have an entire universe of need satisfied by one blond-haired man.

The more he saw of this life the more he realised he just wanted what he'd always wanted: Nikolas bloody Mikkelsen.

Agriculture creates and elevates possessions; consider the longing root of belongings, as if they ever make up for the loss.

I shall miss you,' said Perley. 'Of course I shall miss you, Maverick. So should I miss the piano, if it were taken out of the parlor.

F]or to love and to be separated is misery, and Heaven is joy.

Sweetest the strain when in the song The singer has been lost.

Days? Had it only been days? Does the heart count days, or even hours?

It is true she liked him most when he wasn't there, but then she usually liked everybody most when they weren't there.

How passionately she longed to be important to somebody again - not important on platforms, not important as an asset in an organisation, but privately important, just to one other person, quite privately, nobody else to know or notice. It didn't seem much to ask in a world so crowded with people, just to have one of them, only one out of all the millions to oneself. Somebody who needed one, who thought of one, who was eager to come to one - oh, oh how dreadfully one wanted to be precious.

You know how sometimes when you come home and you haven't seen a place for so long that it seems unbelievably beautiful, and you want to cry because you love it so much you think it's going to break your heart? I felt like that, too. I am HOME.