Quotes About Longing

Io sono uno che ama e non ho trovato la cosa da amare.

The eighteen years he has lived seem but a moment, a breathing space in the long march of humanity. Already he hears death calling. With all his heart he wants to come close to some other human, touch someone with his hands, be touched by the hand of another.

I had seen ardency in men's eyes, but I had only felt it once. With Flauvic, false and therefore easy to dismiss. I suddenly wished that I could feel it now. No, I did feel it. I did have the same feeling, only I had masked it as restlessness, or as the exhortation to action, or as anger. I thought how wonderful it would be to see that spark now, in the right pair of eyes.

The more one has, the less one desires.

Teach us healing above all, soothing the center of our being. Teach us dark solitude without longing.

I don't want to criticize any other designers, but I have to say that many of the people involved in this industry - directors and producers - are trying to make their games more like movies. They are longing to make movies rather than making videogames.

The feeling of love remains until we forget about the other.

Fuck, I wanted her. Even knowing what she thought of me, I wanted her. In all my life, I'd never wanted anything, not really.

Fuck, I wanted her. Even knowing what she thought of me, I wanted her. In all my life, I'd never wanted anything, not really. Except maybe not to be what I was—what I'll always be. But I wanted her with every fiber of my being but it was more than a physical need, although that was a gut-wrenching thing, one that might end me. I wanted everything about her, from the way she laughed, to the way she spoke to her dog to the solemn way she surveyed everything.

She turned her face into my neck and brushed her lips over my skin. That soft touch sent a flood of sensation flying through me and I tightened my grip on her, aching. It was a gut-deep, visceral ache—a thirsting, the kind that might never been quenched, or eased.

But as Rianne walked away from him, he could only stand there and watch, tearing at the earth with restless claws. Wishing with all his heart that he could go after her. Eiona's presence kept him locked in place and for the first time, he found himself resenting the bond that held them so tightly together.

When night falls, I ache for you.You are like a fever that has entered my brain and though i try to escape you, though I tell myself I am mad, that nothing good can come from it, that you are like all the others, that you will betray and cause me nothing but pain, in the end I am left with only a gnawing desire to have you in my arms,to kiss you...to make love to you." -Brett Dangermond

Dora sat on a corner of the spread rug, longing to be assigned some task so she could resent it.

But that's a way to go on loving--a place, or a person. To miss it. In fact, to go away, to put yourself in the state of missing, is sometimes the simplest way to preserve love. [p. 56]

But, with unintelligible nostalgia for a life she had never lived, knew that all would have been subtly and profoundly different had her husband greatly loved her.

My need of your words: for such closeness there should be a word beyond love." Helen, to Leith, in "The Great Fire

The sweetness that all longed for night and day. Some tragedy might be idly guessed at--loss or illness. She had the luminosity of those about to die.

Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine. I have been frightened half out of my foolish wits, but I have somehow earned this joy; I have been waiting for it for so long.

Freud said he did not know what a woman wanted. Most husbands say the same. Ready for it, guys? The answer is to be chosen. To be intensely desired. To be lusted after. A woman's primary need is to be desired.

That the real source of all true longing is the human desire to attach ourselves to something infinite.

And you will learn that sometimes pain can do what even joy cannot, such as exposing the vanity of earth's trifles and filling your heart with longing for the peace of heaven.

Damals dachte ich zum ersten Mal daran, mit Stella zu leben. Es war ein jäher, ein tollkühner Gedanke, und heute weiß ich, es war ein in mancher Hinsicht unangemessener Gedanke, der nur entstehen konnte aus der Befürchtung, daß das, was mich mit Stella verband, ein Ende haben könnte. Wie selbstverständlich diese Sehnsucht nach Dauer aufkommt.

Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns beginThey think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.

54. At Daybreak I LISTEN for him through the rain, And in the dusk of starless hours I know that he will come again; Loth was he ever to forsake me: He comes with glimmering of flowers 5 And stir of music to awake me. Spirit of purity, he stands As once he lived in charm and grace: I may not hold him with my hands, Nor bid him stay to heal my sorrow; 10 Only his fair, unshadowed face Abides with me until to-morrow.