Quotes About Longing

The two of us weren't made for this world, because there's nothing in it we want to possess.

were holding a mirror up to the monster within, which was longing to escape

The love that we will never make together is the most beautiful, the most violent, the most pure, the most heady.

Do you know what it's like to be condemned to love?

la pérdida de lo cotidiano se traduce en una suerte de ansiedad general asordinada en la que, buscando recuperar el tiempo que no pasamos juntos, nos hundimos.

Restlessness is an itch that, if left unscratched, is a curse.

And though we have all the comforts of the world, we find no comfort in them.

How shall I ever sleep again knowing she is out there in the night? How shall I ever keep another thought in my head when she is all I care to think about?

Miss Todd, I want to dance with you in the worst way.

I couldn't allow myself to have what I desperately wanted which was not a partnership but for Spaulding Simonson to accompany me. I missed being with her, the sense of adventure she brought, that feeling I had of being stupidly alive when we were together. Why did I need to deprive myself?

You'll probably throw me out eventually. Next week..or twenty years from now... Sooner or later, you'll get worn out... And leave me for real... Maybe I'll gaze, dumbfounded, at a life with nothing left. That's okay, I'll watch you leave...knowing our love has died. I'll adorn the road of death with flowers. Since that's all I can do.

I'm like a moth that flew into your web of its own accord. I'm dreaming of the day you'll devour me... But you just give me sweet nectar so I won't die. Then, one day, an adorable butterfly gets caught in your web. And right in front of my eyes, you devour her with relish. When I've seen this for myself, I can finally be free...

At the core of her senseless actions, she vaguely perceived that she yearned for something. A something that would provide her with a sure sense of fulfillment. But she could not fathom what that something might be.

The yearning in which the moonlit sky had engulfed me was like the craving I had felt for some woman whose body and spirit were unattainable. And now I perceived that it was just because the sky was likewise unattainable that I so yearned for it...

As the flame of longing burns, even if does not arrive beloved, in the arms of melodies, dance

My Beloved, don't be heartless with me. Your Presence is my only cure. How can I be left with neither a heart, nor my Beloved? Either return my heart, or do not deny me Your Presence.

It was the knowing that there had been a happier time, a place of joy and peace and security, that made the sudden absence of it all so agonizing… Not the agony of what was, but the agony of what was no longer; this was the source of all life's pain--not the fear of a hell to come, but rather the knowledge of an Eden that is no more. Hell isn't the punishment… Eden was.

Every night I empty my heart, but by morning it's full again. Slow droplets of you seep in through the night's soft caress. At dawn, I overflow with thoughts of us An aching pleasure that gives me no respite. Love cannot be contained, the neat packaging of desire Splits asunder, spilling crimson through my days. Long, languishing days that are now bruised tender with yearning, Spent searching for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath you left behind.

It was the downfall of love, Lamia thought wistfully, that it inspired the lover to toss away any shred of caution just to obtain the pure, desperate pleasure of talking about the beloved.

I want to be with someone who, ten years from now, still makes my heart jump when I hear her key in the door. And that someone is you.

I must go live at the ends of the earth and have my child there while I wait for Min and Jing to be freed. That happy day will come: two men making their way towards a little cottage lost in the open countryside. The door opens . . .

for he would have betrayed the gospel. Then I watched as one of the Methodist congregations I attended built a $120,000 stained-glass window. Wesley would not have been happy. I stared at that window. I longed for Jesus to break out of it, to free himself, to come to rise from the dead… again.

There are so many people who are longing to be brought to life, who know all too well that they have done evil and long to hear not only of a God who embraces evildoers but also of a church that does the same.

Our deepest longing is not for sex but for love. We can live without sex, but we cannot live without love. And