Quotes About Longing

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.

A sweet thing, for whatever time,to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.

It is a fearful thing to love what time can touch.

Knowing it was her last night on the Arabella , Maia fought against sleep. She must remember it all--the lapping of the water against the side of the boat, the white moths, the fireflies… Finn, too, was awake. "When we're grown up I'll come back for you, I promise. No one can stop us then.

To this largesse had been added waist-length golden, curling hair which, had she chosen to sit on a rock brushing it, must have sent every sailor within miles plunging to his doom.

There is a saying that the landscape in which a child spends the first seven years of its life will leave a mark it cannot escape. A child brought up by the sea will always carry a longing for the ocean; a town child, reared to the sound of traffic and the warm bustle of neighbours, will never quite settle in the silence of the countryside.

Then, when he said her name, she opened her eyes. One hand went out to his sleeve. "Can we go now?" she whispered. And he answered. "Yes.

To this waltz, born in a distant, snowbound country out of longing for just such a flower-scented summer night as this, Rupert and Anna dance. They were under no illusions. The glittering chandeliers, the gold mirrors with their draped acanthus leaves, the plangent violins might be the stuff of romance, but this was no romance. It was a moment in a lifeboat before it sank beneath the waves; a walk across the sunlit courtyard towards the firing squad. This waltz was all they had.

My heart was heavy as I scrubbed her warm, sweet feminine smell from my skin and even heavier as I imagined the wounded, frightened look in her eyes when I showed up on her front step again. But all the same, I couldn't stop wanting to see her. Even if I could never have her ever again, I couldn't help myself. I loved her.

He cast one last possessive glance over his shoulder at the figure in the window. "Mine," he repeated with unshakable certainty. "Mine whether you know it or not, Lilenta. And tomorrow I claim you.

Sophia was so beautiful in the clinging, moss green tharp and if another male looked at her or wanted to talk to her, he would have to sit by and watch it happen. Because despite what his heart told him, he technically had no claim on her. No claim at all. *

His blood was boiling in his veins and a red veil had drifted over his vision. The urge to make her his permanently, to mark her and bond her until he never had to worry about losing her was so strong he had to turn away again.

I can walk now," she reminded him. "Do you mind?" Baird did mind, very much. He'd been hoping to hold her for as long as he could, had been planning to take the longest route possible to his suite in order to be close to her for longer in fact. But seeing the angry look in her beautiful eyes, he decided the wisest thing was probably to set her down, which he did.

We've seen Shakespeare done a billion times to make it seem relevant today. We love period dramas. We love to long for a time gone by.

I was too young to ever have fun in the '90s, so I'm always trying to relive what I wasn't a part of.

Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.

Panging is the kind of sharp pain you feel inside when you're reminded of some kind of unattended need or something that you've neglected.

Sometimes, when I listen to a song that reminds me of something that I went through, I think, 'Oh my God, I wish I was back in that time!'

The language of judicial decision is mainly the language of logic. And the logical method and form flatter that longing for certainty and for repose which is in every human mind. But certainty generally is illusion, and repose is not the destiny of man.

I loved to eat. For all of Hollywood's rewards, I was hungry for most of those 20 years.

To be hungry must be awful.

I am somebody who is constantly hungry to nibble on something.

I'm hungry. Always have been, my whole career.

I'm still too hungry for whatever comes next.