Quotes About Longing

I wish our love was right now.

Gone for a while Hoping, always, to return If you will let me

This is my new hobby. I watch my life depart minute by minute. I anticipate the end of everything and anything -- a conversation, a class, track practice, darkness -- only to be left with more clock-watching to take its place. I'm continually waiting for something better that never comes. Maybe it would help if I knew what I wanted.

She thought of the hardness and the coldness she had cultivated over those years and wondered if they were the mask she wore or if the mask had become her self. If the longing inside her for kindness, for warmth, for compassion, was the last seed of hope for her, she didn't know how to nurture it or if it could live.

Who was the Thief that she would love him? A youth, just a boy with hardly a beard and no sense at all... A liar, she thought, an enemy, a threat. He was brave, a voice inside her said, he was loyal... A fool, she answered back. A fool and a dead one. She ached with emptiness.

distance is not for the fearful, it's for the bold. It's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those who know a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough

Sometimes you don't even know what you want until you find out you can't have it.

How could I tell him it was because I wanted him to be my boyfriend? And kiss my lips.

Memories did that to you. They glorified the past until the real thing was often a letdown, making you wonder why you had craved it so assiduously in the first place.

He's too much for Schuyler. They're wrong for each other. Anyone can see that. And when he leaves her, I'll be there. However long it takes, I'll still be there for her. Waiting.

I'm so sorry for loving you, I'm so sorry.... But it was such a wonderful dream, my love, such a wonderful dream.

Maybe she'd been drinking too much of the super-sweet Mexican Coca-Cola they had down here. Or maybe she was just tired, alone, and far from home. Because somewhere in the brittle, concrete center of Azrael's dark heart, something was melting.

He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.

Trust me to return to you. I will wait forever. however long it takes.

I want to be with you. We will be together. I believe I will have less to live for, if I am not with you. -Jack

If you are sorry, you will leave him. Jack will never be yours, Schuyler. Not like I am yours. -Oliver

All his gentleness, all his kindness, all the bright shining gorgeousness of his love, he had always given to someone else.

Now that she decided she knew exactly what she wanted –him- she couldn't wait to break the news. And if he didn't want her, she could live with that – what she wouldn't be able to live with was if she never told him.

She still loved him, she would always love him, but it was the kind of love that was muted, safely seen through the rear-view window, like a place you used to call home but no longer visited. There would always be a wound there, but the healing had begun.

But for Jack, the sight of Schuyler Van Alen had only served to ignite a feeling he had been repressing for months.

It was the same way he looked that at her that night. When he asked her to stay. She gave him the same answer she had back then. No.

It hurt because he knew she loved him; she had told him as much. It just-just not enough...

She had to be honest. And this was where the truth hurt. She wanted to see Jack Force again. But it was agony

I didn't accept him, Eliza thought but didn't say, because he wasn't you.