Quotes About Longing

Zeig mir, wie du Liebe machst, schöner Fremder, ich habe dich schon so lange vergessen.

Les phrases amoureuses que j'aurais voulu entendre depuis quatre ans, voilà qu'il me les disait alors que je n'écoutais plus. Et voilà qu'il m'écrivait quand il partait en reportage des lettres qu'il croyait d'amour. [...]« Je t'embrasse comme je t'aime», ne valaient pas à mes yeux le petit « je t'I » de Pierre. Il me semblait à moi qu'on aime plus quand on le dit mieux.

There is always a romance that we leave behind in London, and always London enlocks that flower for us, and keeps it fresh, so that when we come back we have our romance again.

Mentre la donna parlava, descriveva l'estate della pace, una smorfia dolorosa si disegnò e fermò sulla faccia di Milton. Senza Fulvia non sarebbe estate per lui, sarebbe stato l'unico al mondo a sentir freddo in quella piena estate. Se però Fulvia era ad aspettarlo sulla riva di quell'oceano burrascoso attraversato a nuoto… Doveva assolutamente sapere, doveva assolutamente, domani, rompere quel salvadanaio ed estrarne una moneta per l'acquisto del libro della verità.

You want who you want in the summer You get who you want that fall But after you've got who you wanted, it's not The one whom you wanted at all

When I'm alone with only dreams of you that won't come true what'll I do?

I wonder if we'll ever meet My song of love is incomplete I'm just the words, looking for the tune Reaching for the moon and you

To be a climber one has to accept that gratification is rarely immediate.

She waited uneasily and shyly. From afar he saw that her eyes--clearly her father's--were filled with desperate innocence. He pictured, in her, his own redemption. Violins and lit candles revolved in the sky. Leo ran forward with flowers out-thrust.

He remembered how satisfied he had been as a youngster, and that with the little he had had - a dog, a stick, an aloneness he loved (which did not bleed him like his later loneliness), and he wished he could have lived longer in his boyhood. This was an old thought with him.

At times, he heard the 'call' with every fibre of his being. For some time, I have been hearing it too. And that, perhaps, is the long way.

Thoughts, pictures of him would come to me just a second after waking, shocking me from the forgetfulness of sleep, striking blows that were almost physical. And even in sleep I was not completely free. So often sleep brought dreams of him.

God a-damn me the day I chose to enter this hellish so-called marriage instead of following my Morris-loving, sweet-loving, full-blooded, hot-blooded, pumping-rumping, throbbing organ of an uncontainable, unrestrainable, undetainable man-loving heart .

she's got what she needs, not the same as what she wants

Winsome wished he hadn't awakened a longing in her that he wouldn't satisfy. He'd given her a taste of himself and then withdrawn it. She didn't hate him for it, she wanted him more because of it.

You're either a figure for fucking or a fucking freak. Everyone needs a one-and-only after a while. I'm twenty-two, Zuky-do. Middle aged! A Venus must 'ave an Adonis. Even if it's just for a while. Bronzed, rippling, adoring, preferably, compliant, essentially. Someone to come home to, to cook a pease pudding for of a winter's night. Look at the facts.

How long the night seems to one kept awake by pain.

It's always a bad sign when we start thinking in numbers,' Joseba had said to me once, apropos a poem he was writing. 'When we're about to lose something good or something we really love, we start to count: only another so many days, we say. And the same thing happens when we're in a situation we don't like: we start to calculate how many days until the end. In either case, thinking in numbers is never good.

if something hurts me, the hurts I suffered back then come back to me, and when I feel guilty, the feelings of guilt return; if I yearn for something today, or feel homesick, I feel the yearnings and homesickness from back then. The tectonic layers of our lives rest so tightly one on top of the other that we always come up against earlier events in later ones, not as matter that has been fully formed and pushed aside, but absolutely present and alive.

I adored my mother, but with a touching and fervent desire to leave her, never to see her again, to sacrifice her to God.

She giggles at the thought and realizes quite suddenly that Donovan is religion to her. She folds her hands and bows her head. She'd asked for him. Had

It was in his high school music class that he first became acquainted with a battered caramel-colored Stella Parlor. When Harlan raked his fingers over the six strings, his entire body vibrated. He'd never thought of himself as incomplete - one half of something he could name - but there it was, the very thing that had been missing from his young life.

In der That ja: Sie scheinen mich zu meiden. Warum?" "Warum? Weil – weil ich Sie anbete.

What a miserable thing life is: you're living in clover, only the clover isn't good enough.