Quotes About Longing

Tie, kurus m?c nostal?ija p?c b?rn?bas, vienk?rši ilgojas p?c t? laika, kad par vi?iem r?p?j?s.

Your fingers smell of incense—a lover sings to the corpse of his dead sweetheart.

That sense of power was all she craved.

Now, long before it came to the final reckoning, to payment of promise implied, she began to set the stage for the great renunciation. "Let's not spoil it," she would say, caressing the man's lapels with long silken fingers. "Let's not spoil what we have . . .

She luxuriated in these disembodied telephone conversations. "Darling, I can almost see you, almost touch you now." It was intimate yet distant; thrilling yet safe.

Their evenings were interminable; their Sundays were like their evenings.

We're surrounded by a world that talks, but we don't listen. We're part of a community engaged in a vast conversation, but we deny our role in it. We haven't the courage to acknowledge our deep need for what we can't explain. The soul feeds on what takes us to the edge, but we don't go there willingly. Our longing is an echo of the Earth's.

The threat to natural wilderness forces us into the inner wilderness of the human psyche where wonder, grief, and longing are storming within us as well. Every experience in the natural world invites us to a corresponding work of the soul.

Because he finally knew what it felt like to hold sunshine in his hands...and when Lori left, it was going to feel like winter all year round, even on the hottest days of summer.

Sex had always been at the top of her favorite-things list, but this desire-this total, all-encompassing need-was something else entirely.

I can never get enough. The more I have of you, the more I want." - Kiss Me Like This by Bella Andre

Once upon a time, he'd believed that his music, his guitar, and his songs were everything he needed. But tonight, as his tour bus roared down yet another highway to yet another stadium, Ford finally realized that his songs and audiences could never even come close to filling the hole inside of him. Only one thing - only one person - had ever been able to do that. Only Mia.

her heart had been lost for five years looking for a rhythm that only he could play.

If the choice is to take what you're offering or to walk away, I choose this. I choose you. I choose whatever you're willing to share with me. Even though I'm never going to stop wanting more from you than just awesome sex. Even though I'm always going to want to change you're mind.

I never could get close enough to you. In the months we were together, all I wanted was to love you more, to become part of you.

keep stealing her breath when she was beyond certain that he'd already stolen it completely away just moments before? "Show me," she pleaded.

I've hoped for this for so many years, waited for someone to come along whom you could finally love more than your family, someone who would turn you inside-out and toss you off your path.

I've hoped for this for so many years, waited for someone to come along whom you could finally love more than your family, someone who would turn you inside-out and toss you off your path,' His mother looked positively gleeful in the face of his misery. 'Someone just like Nicola for you to blow it with.

You're every single fantasy I've ever had.

I'm bad at some things." She raised an eyebrow. "Name one thing." Making you fall in love with me the way I've always been in love with you. You only ever saw the jock while you let those artist assholes chase you. And hurt you.

Unrequited love made right is the ultimate, isn't it?

She'd painted her nails with rainbow stripes and it occurred to him that Vicki was just as beautiful and mysterious as a rainbow. One he'd been chasing for years without ever coming close to reaching the pot of gold at the end.

I have become such a solitary, and not in the Aristotelian sense: not a beast, not a god. Rather, a loner troubled by longings, incapable of finding a suitable language and despairing at the impossibility of composing messages in a playable key--as if I no longer understood the codes used by the estimable people who wanted to hear from me and would have so much to reply if only the impediments were taken away.

How helpless we are, like netted birds, when we are caught by desire