Quotes About Longing

Winged lovely moments, can I call you home?

I didn't want to die – not before I'd finished reading The Return of the Native anyhow.

Sometimes diaspora art expresses a longing for home, and frequently it tries to construct a collective identity out of its mostly heterogeneous reality.

Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.

What we miss - what we lose and what we mourn - isn't it this that makes us who, deep down, we truly are. To say nothing of what we wanted in life but never got to have.

Nothing has changed. It's still very simple. I miss him. I miss him every day. I miss him very much. But how would it be if that feeling was gone? I would not want that to happen. I told the shrink: it would not make me happy at all not to miss him anymore.

It's not uncommon to wish to have known what a person you've come to love was like before you met them. It hurts, almost, not to have known what a beloved was like as a child. I have felt this way about every man I've ever been in love with, and about many close friends as well, and now it's how I feel about Apollo.

He has to forget you. He has to forget you and fall in love with me. That's what has to happen.

Her heart felt as if it were breaking in her breast, bleeding and bleeding, young and fierce. From grief over the warm and ardent love which she had lost and still secretly mourned; from anguished joy over the pale, luminous love which drew her to the farthest boundaries of life on this earth. Through the great darkness that would come, she saw the gleam of another, gentler sun, and she sensed the fragrance of the herbs in the garden at world's end.

Lengsel. Hvad er lengsel igrunnen? tenkte han da han gikk videre. Lengsel. Det tommes hunger efter noget som kan fylle det. Men kan det tomme fylle det tomme? O store ven predikeren, du har for alle tider sagt det som kan sies om alle ting.

Per qualche motivo, tutto sommato, lo avrebbe di nuovo voluto neonato. Squittente e catastrofico, e che lo guardasse con occhi adoranti. Adesso non squittiva e non bruciava, ma come adorazione era senz'altro sullo scarso.

A veces morir es simplemente irse de un lugar, abandonar a todas las personas y las costumbres que uno quiere. Por ese motivo el exiliado que no desea morir sufre, pero el exiliado que busca la muerte, encuentra lo que antes no había conocido: la ausencia del dolor en un mundo ajeno." —La continuación

Gabriela has been dreaming about her and about a pair of shoes for quite some time.

But nostalgia was the first disease associated with time, its victims longing for days gone by.7

Nostalgia for old fictions is the strongest nostalgia of all.

Were we in love, really? We were very young. And everything seems so sharp and intense, when you're a teenager. Emotions surge through you like a firecracker. Immersed in the moment, transfixed in each other's eyes like rabbits caught in the glare of approaching headlights... Yes; she was my first love, and I have never forgotten the time we had together.

Every day there's something which makes me think 'I'd better ask Dad about that, I wonder what Mother would say…' and then I remember, and the day seems a little colder.

A little beaver doesn't satisfy you for long.

We stopped to grab something to eat in a wooden hut of a café that, at one time, had been a brothel. A wandering minstrel came in to sing us a melancholy song. He explained it was about the homeland he had lost and longed for. The emotion was heartfelt.

Necessity is very often the mother of romance.

and sprang well from her bed." Helena

Nijedan dan, nijedan sat, nijedan minut nije prošao a da ga nije razdirala želja da je vidi, da joj pri?a, da je dodiruje. Žudeo je da se nasla?uje gledaju?i je, da napoji svoja se?anja, tako da posle, kad više ne bude s njom, može u mislima da je dodirne i oseti. (...) Ali ljubav uvek ra?a patnju. (...) Može li to potrajati? Ne smemo gubiti ni trenutka, pomislio je.

You were unsure which pain is worse -- the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.

Sometimes, language is the sound of longing