Quotes About Longing

He was so incredibly beautiful, and she'd ached to be able to touch and explore him from day one.

I'd take you anyway I could have you.

I want you, Jensen. I've been so lonely and empty without you.

Our stomachs live in towns, said Mma Potokwani, patting the front of her dress. 'That is where the work is. Our stomachs know that. But our hearts are usually somewhere else.

The music touched her, haunted her, because it was so beautiful and because she had never waltzed to it in her true love's arms. And never would.

Oh my soul, so may thy face be by me when I close my life indeed; so may I, when re alities are melting from me like the shadows which I now dis miss, still find thee near me . . . David Copperfield to Agnes, Charles Dickens

I was in love with Scott Bennett. That I had been in love with him my whole life, practically.

I can't even tell you how good it felt to see him. It felt even better when he reached through the metal grate, wrapped his fingers around the front of my shirt, dragged me forward, and kissed me through the bars. Sorry he said-only not looking to sorry, if you know what I mean.

If kisses were what you were looking for, little fool, why didn't you come to me? quoted by Susannah Simon

If you really love someone, even if you can't see where you'll be or what you'll be doing twenty years from now, you'd still want that person to be there.

But I had loved him. A part of me still did. Maybe more than a part of me, because I'm a complete moron.

My shoulders sagged. Really, is it too much to ask that I be able to come home from a long day of work and relax? Oh, no. I have to come home and read a bunch of letters written to the love of my life by his fiancée, who, if I am correct, had him killed a hundred and fifty years ago. Then, as if that is not bad enough, he wants me to explain the Vietnam War.

Every moment away from you feels like time spent in a sort of cell. I can think of nothing, dream of nothing, but you. Unfortunately, I will have to remain in my self-inflicted prison a bit longer, since work will keep me from meeting you tonight. I can't seem to find a way to avoid this... however, I hope this gift will make up for my unforgivable behavior. I saw this and though of you, and St. George. You have slain the dragon. Until we meet again, I am your Lucien.

I hope they know how lucky they are to have you. But that doesn't mean I will ever stop trying to have you for myself. You know as well as I do, Meena, that we belong together. I hope that day will come sometime soon. In the meantime: truce. With all the love in my heart, Lucien

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No man wants to marry, Finnula. There are just some women they can't have any other way, and so it is a sacrifice willingly made in order to attain a particularly choice—

Ele parece alguma coisa jogada de um helicóptero: sabe como é, o cara perfeito para uma garota necessitada em uma ilha deserta. A garota sendo eu, e a ilha deserta, a minha vida.

But I love him. You know it. You can't ask me to just sit back and let Paul do this. If he succeeds I won't even remember having met Jesse. Right, my dad said reasonably. So it won't hurt. It will, I insisted, It will hurt, Dad. Because deep down I'll know. I'll know there was someone… someone I was supposed to have met. Only I'll never meet him. I'll go through my whole life waiting for him to come along, only he never will. What kind of life is that, Dad, huh? What kind of life is that?

How do I know Michael hasn't met some other girl? Some Floridian girl, with long,sun-streaked hair, and a tan,and breasts? Who has access to the Internet and isn't cooped up in a palace with her crazy grandma,a homeless,Speedo-wearing prince and a freakish,hairless miniature poodle?

I'm going to fall in love with someone else just as soon as I can. I swear. But in the meantime, is it so wrong that I enjoy his company?

Kau tidak bisa merindukan apa yang tidak pernah kau punyai

And still the brain continues to yearn, continues to burn, foolishly, with desire. My old man's brain is mocked by a body that still longs to stretch in the sun and form a beautiful shape in someone else's gaze, to lie under a blue sky and dream of helpless, selfless love, to behold itself, illuminated, in the golden light of another's eyes.

And after awhile of this my brain and my body and every single inch of me that was alive was flooded with the feeling that I was starving, starving for Edmond. And what a coincidence, that was the feeling I loved best in the world.

You, yes, you, linger inside my heart The same you who stopped us before we could start.