Quotes About Longing

No se acaba por ansiar aquello de lo que menos se dispone, lo que es distinto, lo que encandila y encanta, lo que sorprende?

The love that is never to be realized will often remain a man's guiding ideal.

Quiero quedar a solas con la ausente.

For a while she had a vague longing to be a psychologist. "Talking therapy is dead," Gary said when she raised the idea. "It's all pills now.

Ryder has appeared in my dreams once in a while, and in my thoughts a little more often through the last five years (...)

It's like grains of sand crumbling in warning at the beginning of a landslide to realise I have not missed him.

She turns and walks on to the plane and the red dress flips and swishes through the doorway, vanishing from his sight but burned on to his retina like a hot kiss.

What are the chances you'd ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible.

Sidi, I ache inside. I yearn to fly away, to feel free in the light, in the dark. I don't ever want to come back.

Springtime and I wish I knew you

Unbody me–I'm tired–and get me home.

John states a very important principle: it is neither the presence nor the absence of things that indicate true detachment, but rather, the interior freedom of heart that puts its trust not in things—possessing or keeping what we already have, or longing for what we don't have—but rather in the Father's care.

Vasiyat Mir ne mujh ko yehi ki Ki sab kuchh hona tu, aashiq na hona.

Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?

Jahia l'amich en llit d'amor. Los lançols eren de plaers, e lo cobertor era de languiments, el cuxí era de plors. E era qüestió sil drap del cuxí era drap dels lançols o del cobertor.

At last I found LOVE in literature, songs, movies except my Life.

Not everyone who owns it, Loves it; nor everyone who Loves it, Can own it!

Blow O wind to where my loved one is. Touch him and come touch me soon. I'll feel his gentle touch through you and meet his beauty in the moon. These things are much for the one who loves. One can live by them alone that he and I breathe the same air and that the Earth we tread is one.

Did you know Radha still waits, impatient for you, in Vrindavana? Like a wraith beneath the trees, since you didn't say farewell.

Unrequited love is better than returned love that fails. That way I can dream.

When I was young and miserable and pretty And poor, I'd wish What all girls wish: to have a husband, A house and children. Now that I'm old, my wish Is womanish: That the boy putting groceries in my car See me.

He sagged against the tree, clung to it, pushed hard against the horrible images while he chanted to the bark, She is a dark-haired woman, green eyed and dusky with secrets. Her mouth is sensuous but sad, limbs long and elegant, every movement languid…

getting what you want will never make up for not having what you need

I'm not trying to be noble. I'm afraid. And the idea of having more love than I've ever had-- and knowing I might never have it again-- that scares me worse than anything.