Quotes About Longing

in that childhood room for whose warmth and safety we search all the rest of our lives and never find again.

I'm not the type of guy who enjoys one-night stands. It leaves me feeling very empty and cynical. It's not even fun sexually. I need to feel something for the woman and entertain the vain hope that it may lead to a relationship.

and then something woke in me. It wasn't just -- appetite. It was more permanent than that. I wanted to possess her, not for a moment but forever; wanted her to be -- as the word goes -- mine.

And through all that dreadful darkness she had remembered him. He who loved her. He who still loved her. Who would always love her.

It seemed he was the perfect lover, at least for the moment. He did not live where you lived. He did not see you often enough, or for long enough, for you to grow bored, or to feel afraid that you were not feeling love---or worse, that you were. The perfection had a cost, which is that he was not in any true sense a real person. He was a coat you bought off the rack, an unsuperlative fashion statement.

I wish you were here so we could walk and talk in the soft rain.

Love is a hole in the heart.

I couldn't wait for the sun to come up the next morning so that I could get out on the course again.

I took the sing from your song. I made a bed where you don't belong.

In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.

I felt a jealous anger rising within me, a desire for her to desire me, the only kind of desire, Alex had once told me during a fight, I was able to sustain.

These letters may have been the closest Hester Leggett ever came to romance: chattering pastiches of a young woman madly in love, and with little time for grammar.

I needed my daughter to disappear from my sight. If I could have had a wish, I would have wished her away.

Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? How about this: I lost without the love. I've lost things I've never even had. A whole life.

I mean we desperately wanted to be in love with something or other. We were lonely people. It seemed more sensible to fall in love with another person who also wanted to fall in love, than to love a chair or a cat or an idea.

He longed for community and a sense of belonging that had been absent from the austere atmosphere of his own home.

It's love, Bertie, but love unrequited. Although she is the apple of my eye, to her I am no more than a pip. I need

Most of all, I miss that feeling when you go to sleep at night and when you wake up in the morning. It's that feeling that everything is all rightin the world. You know, that amazing feeling that you're whole, that you've got everything you want, that you aren't missing anything. Sometimes when I wake up, I get it for just a moment. It lasts a few seconds, but then I remember what happened, and how nothing has been the same since

S'interruppe.<> ( Ho sognato di te )

You'll miss me, yes you will You won't know how much until I'm gone Like the sweet memory of something you used to love

Ah, God, I trod them down where I have trod, And they remain, and they remain, Etched in unutterable pain, Loved lips and faces now apart, That once were closer than my heart-- In agony, in agony, And horribly a part of me....

Why have you taken my heart from me? I am not justice nor loyalty. I am the shape of the weathercock, That all winds come to and all winds mock. You are the image of the sea-carved stone, The silent thing that can suffer alone, The little women are easier, The easy women make lighter love, I will not take your face to war, I will not carry your cast-off glove.

Por qué lo que no se tiene se desea, y lo que se tiene se desprecia?

When will I see you again?" I asked. On these occasions, there's nothing original to say