Quotes About Longing

Quella che amo mi ha detto che ha bisogno di me. Per questo guardo dove cammino e temo che ogni goccia di pioggia mi possa uccidere.

The chief cause of failure and unhappiness is trading what we want most for what we want in the moment

Three passions, simple but overwhelming, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.

The Old Days, the Lost Days -- in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; they huddled round a burning log, leaned on a certain table, or listened to those certain songs.

A piece of rusty pump and a pile of stones,--all that was left of the place he and Marthy had called home. Home. What a big word that was. Lots of attempts made lately to belittle it. Plenty of fun poked at it. Young folks laughed about it,--called it a place to park. Everybody wanted to get some place else, seemed like. They'd find out. They'd understand some day. When they got old, they'd know. They'd want to go home. sometimes in their lives everybody wanted to go home.

Dikeledi could make no secret of the fact that, in relation to men, she often suffered from high blood pressure, except that the trouble with the bloodstream had eventually boiled down to one, unattainable man.

I don't remember what we ate or drank or discussed, I remember only the long table filled with high-spirited bohemians—intellectuals, internationals, the great unwashed—and how I yearned to be one of them.

De seks enkle ordene ga gjenlyd i meg og fylte rommet med lys: Jeg vil veldig gjerne ha deg ... Jeg vil veldig gjerne ha deg ... Skuldrene mine begynte å riste. Vantro kjente jeg hvordan tårene spratt fra øynene og begynte å renne nedover kinnene på meg. Tante Tootie la armene om meg og trakk meg inntil seg.

She gazed up at his face, ran her fingers along his unshaven cheeks. "I missed you." He pulled her into his arms. She relaxed into him and let him hold her. She could feel the rhythm of his heart and pressed her lips against the soft cotton T-shirt that covered his chest. "I missed you," she whispered again. He stepped back for a moment, holding her at arm's length. "I missed you, too.

The night before, I'd gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it's true that I was hoping that in them he'd see the genius of me, the beauty of my words in his hands.

Love is what you give and love is what you want and love is how you wait, but it doesn't save you

Love is what you give and love is what you want and live is how you wait, but it doesn't save you

Food is like sex: when you abstain, even the worst stuff begins to look good.

The ache driving through her was terrible. Now she knew the awful truth of it. She could love these books with all the learning and wisdom they represented with everything that was in her, but they would never love her back. She needed to be held just now, and only a pair of human arms that moved at the impulse of a human heart could provide that. There were some needs that knowledge, however grand, however necessary, could never fill".

When you really love someone, you think about him all the time. No matter where you are or what you're doing, he never completely leaves your thoughts. When you're apart, you want to be with him. When you're together, you're conscious of every move he makes, every word he says, and every breath he takes. Just the sight of him makes your heart rae and your mouth go dry. And when he touches you, the rest of the world disappears.

The real thing was how I felt: like a root groping in darkness for water it knows is there, that it must have. Nall was that water.

I get needy I need more than any person should need anything

But don't go thinking that I'm critical of you, Anton, because really I'm not. Not a bit! It's just that you're not here. I'm alone and I'm frightened and you're not here. And you're not ever going to be here for me.

The man who is extremely and dangerously hungry has no other interest but food. Capacities not useful for the satisfying of hunger are pushed into the background. 'But what happens to man's desires when there is plenty of food and his belly in chronically filled? At once, other (and higher) needs emerge and these, rather than the psychological hungers, dominate the organism.

Someday, Sarah, someone will come along and give you the moon, and the stars too.

Best not to tiptoe around what you're yearning for, eyeing it, longing for it . . . or you'll miss your life ahead, it read.

Hope is the name of this river, whose water is Desire, And Thirst the waves thereof.

She who is always in my thoughts prefers Another man, and does not think of me. Yet he seeks for another's love, not hers; And some poor girl is grieving for my sake. Why then, the devil take Both her and him and love and her and me.

We become decrepit with age, but not so Desire. Infirmity assails us, the skin wrinkles, The hair whitens, the body becomes crooked, Old age comes on. Desire alone grows younger every day.