Quotes About Longing

I shut my eyes a long time ago. The things I seek lie only in darkness.

Fantasy mirrors desire. Imagination reshapes it.

Some days it just feels like I'm here for the shoes and the eternal hope that I shall be issued minions.

Because of this. Because your funny. Because you know Lolita. And Nabukov and James Mason too. Because you're cute and funny and i'm kind of sad and you haven't tried hitting on me once. Because you weren't even trying...

Aw, coffee, no.

Want,' she told her, in a measured tone, 'is an interesting word. It means lack. Sometimes if we fill that lack with something else the original want disappears entirely.

Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For so the night will more than pay The hopeless longings of the day.

To wait on God is to live a life of desire towards him, delight in him, dependence on him, and devotedness to him.

It's probably unhealthy to miss a life that never actually existed—to

In the little yellow cottage which had once been the Ray house, lights were shining. It could almost have been home still. Betsy and Tacy could almost have been children again. "I wish I still lived there," said Betsy, hugging Tacy, partly from love and partly from cold. "It's such trouble to grow up.

She felt heavy and lifeless, and her mind reached out despairingly for something to fill the day.

Je l'avais aimée éperdument ! Pourquoi aime-t-on ? Est-ce bizarre de ne plus voir dans le monde qu'un être, de n'avoir plus dans l'esprit qu'une pensée, dans le coeur qu'un désir, et dans la bouche qu'un nom : un nom qui monte incessament, qui monte, comme l'eau d'une source, des profondeurs de l'âme, qui monte aux lèvres, et qu'on dit, qu'on redit, qu'on murmure sans cesse, partout, ainsi qu'une prière.

It's Fitzgerald's thin-but-durable urge to affirm that finally makes Gatsby worthy of being our Great American Novel. Its soaring conclusion tells us that, even though Gatsby dies and the small and corrupt survive, his longing was nonetheless magnificent.

i miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.

It's been a long week," Nate said. "Don't leave again. Don't leave me with these people." "Which people?" "Any people." "I don't count as people?" "Of course not," he said. "It's been all feelings and love. I want to go back to numbness and avoidance. You're great at that stuff.

Nowhere was good. Except with Eric. He had both perfumed and poisoned her entire world.

Before the Smorgasbord, Noah Price was just a star in my sky...constant, familiar, bright and far above me.

By this point, I was hungry – maybe hungrier than I'd ever been in my life.

Her old high school was a fine high school, if you liked high school. It wasn't bad or evil. It was just like it was supposed to be - miles of linoleum and humming lights, the warm funk of cafeteria stink too early in the morning, the flashes of inspiration that were quickly quashed by long stretches of tedium, and the perpetual desire to be somewhere else.

She never knew where he was, in what city or on what continent, the day after she had seen him. He always came to her unexpectedly—and she liked it, because it made him a continuous presence in her life, like the ray of a hidden light that could hit her at any moment.

A wish for the irrational is not to be achieved, whether the sacrificial victims are willing or not. But men will not cease to desire the impossible and will not lose their longing to destroy--so long as self-destruction and self-sacrifice are preached to them as the practical means of achieving happiness of the recipients.

He lost, for that moment, all the days and dogmas of his past; his concepts, his problems, his pain were wiped out; he knew only—as from a great, clear distance—that man exists for the achievement of his desires, and he wondered why he stood here, he wondered who had the right to demand that he waste a single irreplaceable hour of his life, when his only desire was to seize the slender figure in gray and hold her through the length of whatever time there was left for him to exist.

She thought: To find a feeling that would hold, as their sum, as their final expression, the purpose of all the things she loved on earth . . . To find a consciousness like her own, who would be the meaning of her world, as she would be of his... A man who existed only in her knowledge of her capacity for an emotion she had never felt, but would have given her life to experience . . .

She knew that neither his clothes nor the years stood between her and the living intactness of that memory.