Quotes About Longing

The thing I never understood about love is that it can't be quelled, like lust can. With love, if you follow its call, if you give in to it, it just gets worse. The more you have, the deeper you go, the more you need.

The loss of her is already too much and then there's the other thing – the end of being loved in the way only my sister could love me. What I feel for her survives and that hurts like battery acid every minute, but worse is that what she felt for me died with her. I will never be loved like that again.

Distance between us. That's what I need. Otherwise, the whole last year of avoiding Declan—of forcing myself to let him go—was pointless.

The thirst of the soul was to be satisfied, the deep torture of the spirit to have rest.

The autumn moon is half round above the Yo-mei Mountain; Its pale light falls in and flows with the water of the Ping-chiang River. Tonight I leave Ching-chi of the limpid stream for the Three Canyons, And I glide past Yu-chow, thinking of you whom I cannot see.

I cannot be content with less than Heaven.

It's hard, Cotton. To let yourself love something you know you may never have.

When my bed get empty, make me feel awful mean and blue.

Always leave something to wish for otherwise you will be miserable from your very happiness.

Tu n'es pas venue. Je t'ai attendue des heures ou des jours, je ne sais. Je ne le sais pas parce que j'ai cessé d'être moi-même pour devenir une masse uniquement sensible à ton absence, comme si dans le vide pouvait se former un monceau de douleur, d'angoisses, comme si le néant avait un être.

Être aimé d'elle, ou mourir.

The husband who leaves nothing to desire is a lost man.

Independently of any gesture of repulsion, there exists in the soul of all women a sentiment which tends, sooner or later, to proscribe all pleasure devoid of passionate feeling.

Though the comforts which all creatures desire, and for which he had so often longed, thus fell to his share, the Abbe Birotteau, like the rest of the world, found it difficult, even for a priest, to live without something to hanker for.

How hungry one's heart gets!

I longed for a companion to the kingdom of Light; I wished to show you that morsel of mud, I find you bound to it.

If you have desired your object only for one day, your love perhaps will not last more than three nights.

We do not attach ourselves permanently to any possessions, excepting in proportion to the trouble, toil and longing which they have cost us.

Everyday life cannot be cast in heroic mould. No doubt there seems, at any rate at first sight, no room left in this scheme of life for that longing after the infinite which expands the mind and soul. But what is there to prevent me from launching on that boundless sea our familiar craft?

To call a desire into being, to nourish it, to develop it, to bring it to full growth, to excite it, to satisfy it, is a complete poem of itself.

It didn't matter whether he was nearby or far away. His image would drift up into your mind just when you least expected it, shocking you, making your chest pound. Making your heart ache.

It occurred to me that if I were a ghost, this ambiance was what I'd miss most: the ordinary, day-to-day bustle of the living. Ghosts long, I'm sure, for the stupidest, most unremarkable things.

A lover should die after a long lifetime. I lost Hitoshi at the age of twenty, and I suffered from it so much that I felt as if my own life had stopped. The night he died, my soul went away to some other place and I couldn't bring it back. It was impossible to see the world as I had before. My brain ebbed and flowed, unstable, and I passed the days in a relentless state of dull oppression.

I wished my heart would break and get it over with.