Quotes About Longing

Of course I loved you, you saved my life. I wish you hadn't I wish you hadn't I wish you'd left me alone.

If I could be free of you without having to lose you.

I dread the loss of her I've never touched love keeps me a slave in a cage of tears I gnaw my tongue with which to her I can never speak I miss a woman who was never born I kiss a woman across the years that say we shall never meet Everything passes Everything perishes Everything palls my thought walks away with a killing smile leaving discordant anxiety which roars in my soul No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope No hope

Still now I send letters into space Hoping that some mailman somewhere will track you down And recognise you from the descriptions in my poems That he will place the stack of them in your hands and tell you, There is a girl who still writes you, she doesn't know how not to

How strange, that when you are away, I reach for my cell phone's buzz as if it were your hand. Each shiver in my pocket, a way to find you.

Some nights, I wake up knowing he is anxious. He is across the world in another woman's arms and the years have spread us like dandelion seeds, sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other

I lost you once. I could not survive losing you again," he said. "Don't go away.

Think of this as a short book composed entirely of what I hoped would be a long book's quotable passages.

The first time you love someone who doesn't love you back it seems wrong, not morally but logically, a river flowing up a mountain. How can such a feeling be wrong? You'll return to that very river, as many times as it takes.

When I kissed him goodnight he said, Again! and I kissed him again.

The most fervent kiss of my life was less than five seconds long more than ten years ago with someone else's husband. It still hasn't quite worn off.

I never joined Facebook because I want to preserve my old longings. And also yours.

Others were in love. Desire abandoned them all.

Why?" Why wouldn't he let her go? Why did he make her stay? She felt the brush of his lips over her hair. "Because I need you." "You don't know me." "I know." His finger under her chin lifted her face. "But I've waited centuries for the chance.

Hey, sweet talk isn't supposed to make you cry." "I think you're out of luck." "Because that was too corny?" "Because I blinked and you didn't go away. You're real." He felt the same way. The joy that she was here, the lingering panic that it was just another dream he'd wake up from, her name an echo of desperate hope in his head.

Deep within I'm shaken by the violence of existing for only you...

Being a teen idol is what I've waited for my whole life.

I leaned toward him and whispered, "I'm drowning. Save me." But when I tried to grasp his shoulder my hand passed through him. "I'm over here," he said. I said, "No wonder I can't touch you. You're dead too." Or perhaps I didn't say it.

All her life she had longed to breach that pale and hazy boundary between enough and plenty.

I love you." You imagine hearing the words from someone related not related to you, someone not your best friend, but when someone you love, you dream about, actually says them, it makes your body melt and your breath get caught in your chest. "You love me?" I asked, leaning toward him. He nodded. "Say it again" I said. I let my knee bump against his. "I love you," he repeated.

You like jealousy. You like knowing people want you.' He wasn't talking about sex, and my heart slowed a little. 'Is it not natural to want to be liked?' 'That ain't what you want. It's like you got to have everybody's heart, and if they don't give it, you rip it out and watch it bleed.'

I did not know how to help her; I was not the hero for whom she waited, the man whose touch could dissolve the wall around her and set her free.

I miss my fox-headed brother. Keeper

My roses still bloom, for I will not let them fade, but the weeping willows have choked out the cherry trees, and all the chrysanthemums and snapdragons have become love-lies-bleeding and anemones and hydrangeas of the deepest indigo blue. You are missed, my only violet.