Quotes About Longing

The longing in the heart of a woman to share life together as a great adventure– that comes straight from God, who also longs for this. He does not want to be an option in our lives. He does not want to be an appendage, a tagalong. Neither does any woman. God is essential. He wants us to need him– desperately.

The very fact that we long for the change we do is a sign that we are meant to have it.

know—let the tears come. For all that you wished you had and did not receive. I share Kacey's story not only to help you know what you were meant to have, but also to awaken your heart to the healing Jesus longs for you.

Triste è l'uomo che ama le cose solo quando si allontanano.

Non possiamo sempre aspettare con pazienza. E' come in amore. Ci innamoriamo di una persona e subito il nostro tempo accelera, l'abbiamo lasciata un momento fa e subito vorremmo rivederla, le ore lontano da lei sembrano lunghissime. Allora corriamo, scavalchiamo ostacoli e barriere, solo per raggiungerla un minuto prima. Michelle, lei ha fretta perchè è innamorata del suo futuro, del suo mestiere,del desiderio di tornare alle luci del teatro

E lei ora desidera. È uscito del letargo della sua rassegnata solitudine, ha scoperto la fame del suo cuore, sa che la mela è proibita, ma desidera. Non avrà più pace, né dieta. [...] Soffrirà, il suo cuore, lo stomaco e le viscere andranno in subbuglio, il suo istinto di Homo erectus potrà essere temprato, ma non vinto. La mela è caduta dall'albero del destino.

Mi ha carezzato i capelli e il mio cuore ha martellato così forte che ho pensato: se mi bacia muoio. Purtroppo mi ha risparmiato.

Un dolore che non sentiva da anni lo ferì, una fitta allo stomaco, un'immagine di lei nella grotta, il ricordo del primo sguardo, l'odore dei suoi capelli. Tutto divenne prezioso e lontano, come in una fotografia.

I had no one to hold. What if this was my life, attending weddings, sitting in pews, listening to I do's, perpetually wishing for someone to share my life with? Where the fuck was the alcohol?

Clare, there's no chance in hell I would ever believe you're frigid." Her heart began to race. "No?" His gaze went to her mouth, and then back to her eyes. "Not with the way you look at me." She swallowed, her body vibrating at the intensity of his gaze, and the weight of his hand as he caressed her neck. "How do I look at you?" she whispered, her voice too breathy. "Exactly how I want you to.

Aspiration is as much a bodily longing as an intellectual desire; appreciation as much a passion as a preference; conviction as much an intuition as a rational conclusion. Irrespective of the purpose to which we are committed, when such feelings are aroused, life is infused with meaning.

I can't think again. Not ever again. I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.

Nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

I am really in love with Sam, and it hurts very much.

I wish I could stop being in love with Sam. I really do.

I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.

I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist.

And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.

I'm really in love with Sam, and it hurts very much.

Do you ever miss him?

We just want her to know that we miss her, and we think of her, and she was special.

She would be alive if I were born on a day that didn't snow. I would do anything to make this go away. I miss her terribly. I have to stop writing now because I am too sad.

I am very in love with Sam, and it hurts very much.