Quotes About Longing

Today is such a lovely day, my heart is dancing with joy.My mind is flowing with timeand my soul is longing for your soul.

She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and she'll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age.

A fierce possessiveness gripped him, a need to brand her, to make her his, now and forever. And he knew it was madness.

Peter sank. "I'd give anything to see time.

Everything turns slower when she's not around, but when she's with me, an hour feels like a blink of an eye.

Time no longer mattered. He knew he would have plenty of it at his disposal. The sight of the star filled him with indescribable longing.

It's been a long time since I felt something like hope. Don't ask me to give it up for Netflix and a Prius.

The boy with the haunted eyes was Dory's secret. Eli. And she knew that she had to see him again.

I've been interested in dreams myself for a long time, and it's a big part of the Indian tradition, especially where I was brought up in Calcutta in my family, which is quite traditional.

He could not die when trees were green, for he loved the time too well.

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.

Since I can't be with you right now I will have to be content just dreaming about when we will be together again.

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night.

I missed my dad a lot growing up, even though we were together as a family. My dad was really a workaholic. And he was always working.

I miss playing with Miles. I did play with him a little while before he left the planet, but even at that time I longed to maybe do some things together.

Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, "I think I missed you before I met you even.

Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and wished herself back to that previous occasion when Robert had first kissed her and told her that he loved her. If only they could go back, wipe out the intervening years. If only she could change the way he was, make him become permanently what he had seemed to be then.

Ah, yes, Teddy, he said. Teddy was a fortunate man. Teddy is dead, she reminded him. Oh, quite so, he said. But there are doubtless many men, Diana, who would gladly die after four years with you rather than live a century without you. What utter nonsense, she said crossly. I, of course, he said, am not a romantic. I would far prefer to have you and live for a century.

But she felt an unexpected stab of loneliness. Teddy was not there. If she were to reach out to where he had always lain beside her, he would not be there. He would never be there again. Not ever or ever or ever.

She would try to paint. She would always try, for the road to perfection held an irresistible lure, even if the destination remained always tantalizingly just beyond the farthest horizon.

Tonight seems eons away, but there are these moments.

She would spend the rest of her life wondering about him . . . She would wonder if he ever thought of her . . .

You offer emptiness and heartache and an endless search for pleasure with which to fill the emptiness.