Quotes About Longing

If I may borrow from George R. R. Martin, she is my sun and stars.

Nothing lasts forever,' Richie repeated. He looked up at Bill, and Bill saw tears cut slowly through the dirt on Richie's cheeks. 'Except maybe for love,' Ben said. 'And desire,' Beverly said.

Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much, we reason, how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love?

He wanted her, suddenly and completely, with a desperate depth of feeling that felt like sickness. Everything he was and everything he had come for, it seemed, was secondary to her.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

And do come a little closer. I don't bite. Except . . . we've known each other for a very long time, and I suspect you know that's not entirely true. Is it? I

I loved you, Jake.

Who can remember the pangs and sweetness of those early years? We remember our first real love no more clearly than the illusions that caused us to rave during a high fever.

How I wish you were fear.

Absence may or may not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly freshens the eye.

Gritaré para que vuelvas

the world is so empty and so loveless when there's no one in it to holler your name and holler you home.

You don't have to look back to see those children; part of your mind will see them forever, live with them forever, love with them forever. They are not necessarily the best part of you, but they were once the repository of all you could become.

or to lick along the smooth velvet lining of a woman's mouth with his tongue.

Hearts don't really break. If only they could.

Do any of us, except in our dreams, truly expect to be reunited with our hearts' deepest loves, even when they leave us only for minutes, and on the most mundane of errands? No, not at all.

There's a crying shortage of pretty things in the slam, and the real pity of it is that a lot of men don't even seem to miss them.

How is it that time can be elastic? Sometimes years seem to go by while you're looking the other way, and sometimes-when you most long for it to pass-life-times can stretch from a few hours

I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.

I have had you in my life for so long, I want to know when the dream ends and the fairy-tale begins...

Some commit slow suicide with the sweet poison of their memories.

Some of these images intricately make me feel that I know these places. I see them like I've lived them...a stirring that is so real. A longing a sadness a connection that pulls fully and really

We all seek that somewhere to which we belong and that somewhere is surely not here!

Loneliness is like a big, empty room inside you that echoes with the sounds of the life you're not living.