Quotes About Longing

There are too many books I haven't read, too many places I haven't seen, too many memories I haven't kept long enough.

It's better for people to miss you than to have seen too much of you.

Odd, the years it took to learn one simple fact: that the prize just ahead, the next job, publication, love affair, marriage always seemed to hold the key to satisfaction but never, in the longer run, sufficed.

I've got such a sweet tooth. I do miss the U.K. where you get sticky toffee pudding or custard, all that.

I had a longing for ritual, something I could cling to, a routine to make me feel well and contented. I hoped that reading Bible commentaries and theological critiques would nudge me closer to some kind of absolute that I could hold up as a torch to light my way.

I want to get married, but I'm always tortured in relationships.

Travel causes some affliction of the eye, and after a while no place it rests looks like home.

I am drawn allways toward you, Your delicate and distant light, Face which I have never seen.

I am dwelling on things I love, even if a measure of tragedy is stitched into everything, if you follow the thread long enough

I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart.

The human animal began as a mere wriggling thing in the ancient seas, struggling out onto land with many regrets. That is what brings us so full of longing to the sea.

I miss her face, its beauty, and its beauty lost.

Do you know the grief of it? I hope not. The grief that does not age, that does not go away with time, like most griefs and human matters. That is the grief that is always there, swinging a little in a derelict house, my father, my father. I cry out for him.

Slowly he edges nearer. He reaches out a hand, so openly and plainly that I believe I am going to expire. The held in breath of the audience is not let out again. Half a minute passes. It is unlikely any of them could of holded their breath like this underwater. They have found new size in their lungs. Down down we go under them waters of desire.

guess I had no choice in the matter. Once your mother is taken from you you can't ever catch up with her again. You can't cry out 'Wait for me' when the winds turn cold under a wolf moon and she has walked far ahead of you across the grasses searching for wood.

Hunger takes away what you are.

visions and imaginings. At any rate, hunger alone did not

Maybe the ultimate wound is the one that makes you miss the war you got it in.

How ever did I pass the time before I knew you? I think of that past time as now I pass each passing day in lonely sorrow, lacking you.

Sleepless nights, infinite random thoughts, Remembering those moments, he had much to say, an urge to talk to someone, to be cared, to be loved, to be understood !! She was gone by now, And he was lost !! There it was, A white paper note, a pen, and the dark clouds forcing him to spill out !! Yes Words did most of talking, the unsaid words took the paper form .. Strange it was, the way Love was lost somewhere in the Library stacks !!

Dil ka dard saha na jaye kon he jiske bina raha na jaye.

There are some songs in your playlist which u don't want to listen and don't want to delete either ....same is the case with some relationships...you want to keep them no matter what...even if you know that they are there for namesake...

Vad brydde han sig om att leva, när inte den lilla flickan kom tillbaka?

Hon hade lärt sig älska kärleken med all dess plåga, dess tårar, dess längtan . - Bättre sorgsen med den än glad utan den, sade hon.