Quotes About Longing

She wanted his very soul, it seemed. Well, she would have it. He had no more use for it himself.

I have never stopped loving you, he said. I realized that as soon as I saw you again.

If only he had been any other man in the world.

You are right, he said, his words slightly slurred. I have been drinking. And drink makes me sentimental. Tomorrow I shall be able to see you as you really are again and I shall despise myself for having detained you here. But for tonight, Elizabeth, I find you infinitely desirable.

Have you missed me, Elizabeth? She considered. Yes, I have, she said. I feel relaxed and at home with you, William. Nothing more? he asked ruefully. I cannot say I feel relaxed with you. I love you, I believe.

Life could never offer what she most dreamed of.

Without even realizing it, he had come running to her.

He needed her. He needed her now.

She longed for it and dreaded it.

She raised her eyes to his. To the golden boy who had lit her world for a couple of months one springtime long ago—so little happiness to occupy the space of twenty-eight years.

He could no longer prolong the sweet agony.

This was all she would ever have of him, and she was going to enjoy these few days for all they were worth. She would enjoy them in the strict privacy of her heart, without either Piers or anyone else being at all aware of her reason for doing so.

Allie. The woman he had loved in different ways for fourteen years. But always deeply. Always more deeply than he had loved anyone or anything else, including himself. Especially himself. Indeed, he was very close to hating himself at that moment.

Piers had only ever been for her remotest dreams, anyway.

And you are all the home I will ever long for . . . Now and for the rest of my life even if I do not see you again after tonight.

There is a feeling of warmth and safety associated with her memory. I believe I spent the rest of my childhood missing her.

She felt a welling of love for him and a sinking of sadness. If only seven years could be erased.

The urge to reach for him, to try to somehow soothe him for the loss of a mother years and years ago was almost irresistible.

Teddy. Diana floated on a cushion of fuzziness and wanted him. She wanted the terrible loneliness to go away. But Teddy was dead. He would never be there again.

And her heart turned over at sight of Hetherington. It should get easier as time went on to face him calmly, she reasoned as she resumed her sewing. Instead, it was getting worse.

She was suddenly plagued by a thoroughly novel desire to rush across to where he still sat in his chair, and cradle his head against her breast. She had never seen him vulnerable, had never even dreamed that he had any weakness.

And so he had lost her before he had ever had a chance of having her. And had determinedly, over the next several years, pushed the pain and the longing into the background of his mind, forced friendship to the fore, and won his battle.

I could not crave any other woman when there was you.

Do you not know that I love you more than is good for me?