Quotes About Longing

for a wife for some time – thirty at least, ain't he? – but if he has a veritable tendre for the girl, so much the better! It should fix his interest with

I could manage him,' she sighed. 'Oh, but I could!

God knew she would ask nothing better than to be his wife, but she had sense enough to know that nothing but unhappiness could result from it. If he had loved her, if she had been of his world, approved by his family – but it was useless to speculate on the impossible.

It is the nature of desire not to be satisfied, and most human beings live only for the gratification of it. ARISTOTLE

Like everything perfect, he set up a ferocious pain inside me -- a flickering, gripping sort of pain, because nothing as marvelous as that is ever within reach, is it? Nothing as beautiful can ever last.

The absence of someone comes like a new season, first only in pieces: you see the absence in them long before they leave.

Yes, indeed, I'm so much looking

Loss keeps going, you know? It doesn't just stop with what was taken from you. It grabs new things all the time. You think you're up against missing the memories, all that happened, but Christ if you don't miss all that didn't happen even more.

Oh man, you miss it so much when you finish playing, especially when you play for most of your life. You miss just being a part of a team and being a part of the guys. So I definitely think producing brought that back for me. A bunch of people working together for a common goal.

I need more sex, OK? Before I die I wanna taste everyone in the world.

When I watched the World Cup, I had the feeling that I wanted to be there.

Since I was fifteen years of age, I have been wanting to go to the football World Cup.

It has felt like the World Cup was never going to come for me.

The name of my ailment was longing, and it was not cured till I finally went to the department store and counted out the money in small coins before the dismayed clerk. When I came to the house, I held up the instrument before the eyes of the astonished household.

I had a martyr complex as a child. I longed to attend the parties my classmates gave. But I was a minister's daughter. I couldn't stay out after 9:30 at night til I went to college. I never went to a dance till I was grown up and -away from home.

I am a hopeless romantic. And I won't stop till I get it right.

The first time I fell in love, I was in my 20s, and I loved someone right till I was 31. And then I felt that emotion died within me. I wasn't feeling alive at all.

I miss the days when girls would wear full long dresses and just stand onstage and sing. That's what I'm trying to bring back: that timeless element. I want to create music that people will be listening to in fifty years, you know?

Timing is irrelevant when it comes to desire.

Bigger stories are made out of longer acquaintance with fact and character, but I also love the tiny stories in which almost everything has to be inferred and imagined.

I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon.

Landscape is my mistress - 'tis to her I look for fame.

I prefer the mystic clouds of nostalgia to the real thing, to be honest.

I wanted him to love me, and I'm quite sure that he didn't.