Quotes About Longing

When a man loves as i love you,that love takes everything else from him.If i cannot have you,if you send me away,I shall then be only the empty shell of what i am now.I love you,i worship you, and i cannot go on through life without you!

You can't miss what you never had.

Men like Stephen don't cheat because they're missing something at home, Christy-Lynn. They cheat because they're missing something inside, so they take what they want and make it theirs, because they need to fill up all that empty space.

Men like Stephen don't cheat because they're missing something at home, Christy-Lynn. They cheat because they're missing something inside, so they take what they want and make it theirs, because they need to fill up all that empty space. That's what this woman was. A space filler, something he wanted and took. It wasn't about you.

She thought about this. She had analyzed it in depth. When you live alone, travel alone, exist solely on the outskirts of other people's lives, you do have time to wonder why what you want most in life is out of reach. You also have the time to tell yourself that you don't want it at all, though whether you can ever be completely convinced is something else.

Unconditional love. In that instant, I felt a sharp craving for it, and there was one place I knew I would find it in spades.

Emptiness did that to a person. Her insides were a big black hole where dreams of her mother had been.

No, I don't need to do this, she thought. This isn't what I want. I want my mother. The thought startled her, but she couldn't shake it. She wanted Marjorie—wanted to pour out her heart and cry in the arms of the one person whose job it was to listen. It didn't matter how old or how independent Kathryn was. She needed her mother.

When we don't have something in our lives, we tell ourselves that we don't need it, that we don't want it—because the alternative is aching for it, which breeds a sense of loss. So, we remove it from the picture we make of our lives. What we don't see, we don't miss. Then, as Paul said, something happens

fathom clearly in the background din, but its warmth speared through his loins, made him grit his teeth. Hiro pulled her more securely to his side. "It must be a mere manifestation of your

I've always supported myself. I like the sense of knowing exactly where I stand financially, but there is a side of me that longs for a knight in shining armor.

It's not so much what we're missing—it's what we fantasize we're missing.

we believe there is something essential we don't have that's obtainable. what we long for doesn't exist, not anywhere. the ache is in the belief)

ten years since he'd seen Sara, and

I think of the emptiness of outer space, and the men in their little pods going up there alone, wives and girlfriends left behind. I think of Abel and me lying on the grass, looking up at the stars, and how great that was, but, still, I was always waiting for him to turn his head. To look at me

as their tongues met, Will knew he'd made a serious mistake. Fifteen years hadn't been enough to make him forget, and now, he had nowhere to run.

I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced.

There are some things too dreadful to be revealed, and it is even more dreadful how, in spite of our better instincts,we long to know about them.

Rupert hardly knew what to say. If only he could take her to bed with him, he thought as they approached the pensione, so much might be smoothed out there. But perhaps it was just as well that circumstances made it impossible at this moment, for that might bring about even deeper complications.

Then she fretted, ah, she fretted, But 'ere six months had gone past, She had got another poodle dog Exactly like the last.… thought Belinda frivolously, but the old song had come into her head and seemed appropriate. Some tame gazelle or some gentle dove or even a poodle dog—something to love, that was the point.

And when adulthood fails you, you can still summon the memory of the black swan on the pond of your childhood, the rye bread with peanut butter and bananas your grandmother gave you while the rest of the family slept. There is the voice you can still summon at will, like your mother's, it will always whisper, you can't have it all, but there is this.

She wanted him. Not in the sweet way of poetry, though there was that music in the symmetry of his body, in the careful meshing of bone and sinew and flesh that made him. Her want was raw. Physical. She felt it in the palms of her hands and the flesh of her lips and the heaviness of her breasts. In her life, she'd been hungry, and thirsty. She'd needed sleep. She had never, in her life, needed to touch a man.

His mouth was wet and hot and intensely demanding, so sharp and piercing with need that it broke through Mattie's defenses the way nothing else could have. A burst of excruciating hunger made her almost frantic with wanting him. She shifted in his arms and met his kiss wide open, giving as furiously as she took. "Oh, Mattie," he said against her mouth. "I've never wanted a woman in my life like I want you. You're driving me crazy.

Mattie watched him cross the clearing with long-limbed ease, his movements loose and calm. His hair shone in the sunlight. Her heart caught. Strider. Yes, she loved him. It wasn't logical or sensible or anything of those other things. He was not the kind of man she'd daydreamed about all of her life, safe and stolid and dependable, but he was the one. The One.