Quotes About Longing

Sometimes she wondered how it were possible to be so far from the sea and still feel as if she were drowning.

I have no idea when I'll wear it, but I have to have it.

For the first time since I had arrived in America I had an almost physical sense of being in the wrong place, as if I were being tugged by an invisible cords to somewhere a million miles away.

For the first time since I had arrived in America I had an almost physical sense of being in the wrong place, as if I were being tugged by invisible cords to somewhere a million miles away.

Lo besé, para ver si así volvía. Lo besé y posé mis labios en los suyos de modo que nuestras respiraciones se entremezclaron y las lágrimas de mis ojos se convirtieron en sal en su piel, y me dije a mí misma que, en algún lugar, unas diminutas partículas de él serían parte de mí, ingeridas, tragadas, vivas, perpetuas. Quise apretar mi cuerpo por completo contra él. Quise inspirarle un deseo. Quise entregarle toda la vida que sentía y obligarle a vivir.

I could almost feel the miles between us shrinking, as if we were at two ends of some invisible elastic thread.

It's the thing about wanting something you can't have. And that thing of never being able to say what you really feel.

So I did what every girl does when she's far from home and a little sad. I ate half a packet of chocolate Digestives and called my mother.

we who traveled far from home would always have our hearts in two places.

Solo... quiero ser un hombre que ha ido a un concierto con una chica vestida de rojo.

How many times had she wanted to have this conversation? How many times had she rehearsed all the things she wanted to say to him?

Intenté existir, nada más, intenté absorber al hombre al que amaba mediante ósmosis, intenté grabar lo que quedaba de él sobre mi cuerpo.

Solo quería verle, sentir la fuerza de sus abrazos, ver brillar su cara como el sol encima de ella.

Didn't you ever love anything that much?

What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?

in the way her long thin fingers fiddled with a sugar cube, in the way she held his eye when she spoke, in the way he wanted to reach across and tuck a stray wisp of hair back behind her ear.

Jag vill, i mitt liv, få älska någon som älskar mig.

De som älskade mest, de som var av kärlek besatta, det var dem som frosten tog.

Namo ?jau p?s?ias , ži?r?damas, galvodamas. Aš steb?jausi savimi, kaip aš toks vienas gal?jau išaugti, kad man vis? šit? žmoni? ir viso šito gyvenimo nereikia. Ta?iau kartu taip skaudžiai ilg?jausi žmogaus. Nedaug - tik vieno, vieno vienintelio man užtekt?.

My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.

I would have given him everything. I would have pulled down planets to make our life work.

quando perdi qualcuno e questo qualcuno ti manca, tu soffri perché la persona assente si è trasformata in un essere immaginario: irreale. Ma il tuo desiderio di lei non è immaginario. Così è a quello che devi aggrapparti: al desiderio. Perché è reale.

My soul longs to feel itself more of a pilgrim and stranger here below; that nothing may divert me from pressing through the lonely desert, till I arrive at my Father's house.

Certain voices hold this odd pull on our heartstrings. They are like sad oboes or something, something that makes you want to throw all your money at the radio while yelling, "I love you." I don't know what it is.