Quotes About Longing

She was smiling as she leaned toward Reed, who stooped down to put his lips against her ear. He would tell her that he wanted to travel to Merendon, or Marring Cross or Cranfield, someplace far away and exotic. He was the sort of man whose wish altered every year. He said in a voice that only she could hear: "I wish you were not my sister." She pulled back and stared up at him. He smiled, his face just faintly touched with sadness, and tossed his true-love into the fire.

With him, I have hope. With you, I have only love. It is not enough. (Lilith) I have love, but no hope. I cannot tell which is worse. (Aubrey)

Perhaps I will someday. When there is nothing left in my own world that pleases me.' 'Then you will never visit, for you are a girl who will always find pleasure in something.

But don't you want that?" [Corene] asked, and even she could hear the wistfulness in her voice. "Love? Someone who waits for you at the door, someone whose day isn't complete unless she sees your face? Someone who will love you even when you're angry, even when you're ugly, even when you don't love yourself? Doesn't everybody want that?

I was Amazement--I was Desire--I was Ecstasy and Rapture and the slightest bit of Greed.

I would have waited forever for you

I tipped my head back to squeeze out my dripping hair and saw the moon haloed by a cloud. Emily and Stephanie would be asleep by now. I felt linked through the years to Baba by this moon, which had witnessed it all. Had he stood here too, under its gaze, thinking of his sleeping children? I longed to say to him: Baba, I understand.

She walked as if she had nothing in mind but her destination—or something beyond it—staring ahead with Mama's elongated black eyes, glossy with a kind of circumspect longing.

It was the highest praise I could expect, and I felt grateful though I longed for him to say he loved me too.

At the end of the day, the only thing you'll sigh over after making a poet fall for you is that you could not become his first love.

You know how people are, always wanting the one thing they can't have.

It's that...what I want isn't what I need.

You haven't touched me, and I'm already unfocused.:

What I want, isn't what I need...

She already has my heart. I would like for her to take my penis, too. Is that so much to ask?

Some things a heart won't listen to, I'm still holding out for you

There is a kind of sadness in not wanting the things that give so many other people their life's meaning.

You are a question I will carry through Februaries far into my future. Young I can't imagine how long those winters last.

The only consolation I can find in your immediate presence, is your ultimate absence.

In her own fumbling way, she'd reminded him he was just a man, fallible, needful, a member of the supremely imperfect human race…and shamefully undeserving of what she had to offer. Looking at Billie, touching her, tasting her, had filled him with a wanting fiercer than any he'd known. For the first time, he was faced with something he couldn't truly have, because of what he'd become.

Religiously, we longed for the lively life in Christ, but we did not fully see that we were equally longing for the lively life of the mind - the delights of conversation at once serious and gay, which is, whatever its subject, Christ or poetry or history, the ultimately civilized thing.

Feathers needed, swan preferred.

Why couldn't she get the man out of her mind? Because he reminded you what that hole between your legs is really for.

In fact, his adult brain acted like his adolescent brain used to. It stopped functioning. All it wanted to do was wrap itself around the owner of that scent and purr.