Quotes About Longing

Can people who hunger so desperately for what other people have ever have enough?

To hunger is to be alive and to hope.

I am dying of hunger.

Some cats, Iggy Pop, they're going to always have that hunger.

I find hunger more interesting than accomplishment.

I don't think I will ever be content. I am somebody who is always hungry.

You get away from something long enough, you miss it. You get hungry for it.

I'm a fan of leaving people hungry; I don't like leaving people satisfied.

It's an awful feeling, being hungry.

do not turn anything Into something longed for, For then it's dreadful to lose.

You drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, That was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.

Because you can't be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone marrow. Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world's sweetest cancer.

and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, 'That was fine'. And your life is a long line of fine.

I ached once, hard, like a period typed at the end of a sentence.

I still believed he'd love me again somehow, love me that intense, thick way he did, the way that made everything good.

Sometimes he felt like he'd been gone his whole life--in exile, away from the place he was supposed to be, and that, soldier-like, he was pining to be returned. Homesick for a place he'd never been.

I've had the blues for twenty-four years.

but fact is, it's been years since I even really liked someone. So how likely is it I'll meet someone I love, much less someone I love enough to marry? I'm tired of not knowing who I'll be with, or if I'll be with anyone.

Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world sweetest cancer.

My brain is so busy with Nick thoughts, it's a swarm inside my head: Nicknicknicknicknick! And when I picture his mind, I hear my name as a shy crystal ping that occurs once, maybe twice, a day and quickly subsides. I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him. Is that wrong? I don't even know anymore.

There might be a space too, for this. The feel of killing, there might be an empty spot just waiting to be filled.

Please let him look. I didn't need to hide from someone courting oblivion as ardently as I am.

At one point, she probably liked the idea of a daughter. When she was a girl, I bet she daydreamed of being a mother, of coddling, of licking her child like a milk-swelled cat. She has that voraciousness about children. She swoops in on them. Even I, in public, was a beloved child.

And when I picture his mind, I hear my name as a shy crystal ping that occurs once, maybe twice, a day and quickly subsides. I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him.