Quotes About Longing

It's a pity nobody believes in simple lust anymore.

We all pine for a time in life when things were simpler. Even when they weren't necessarily simpler, hindsight makes them look a lot simpler. The reality of it was that it wasn't.

Our everyday lives are filled with complex decisions. We long for simplicity and ordinariness.

she was struck by how long life was, and how much time had passed, and she wished she could go back and apologize to those closest to her, explain that she understood now. Impossible, and yet the urge to return and be a different person never lessened, grew only more acute.

Take me away from all this Death.

Ya que, al fin y al cabo, vivir es esperar siempre algo más de lo que ya poseemos, algo más de lo que hacemos, y la muerte es lo único en que podemos confiar.

Our plans for the future made us laugh and feel close, but those same plans somehow made anything more than temporary between us seem impossible. It was the first time I'd ever had the feeling of missing someone I was still with.

What chance did words have beside the distraction of her body?

instructions that he wanted his body

Ho sentito la terra del mio paese mandare un lungo sospiro sotto i loro piedi e mi sono scese le lacrime.

Missing someone is a vague, unpleasant sensation, like gnawing anxiety. It isn't as concrete as grief, but it's just as pervasive and there's no escaping it.

A veces los hombres somos necios y tomamos lo que no queremos porque pensamos que no podemos tener lo que deseamos.

I'd be a bad bet even if there there no Annie, Rosemary. I would have been. I'm just not good at saying no. I want–I always want to say yes. And I want to want to say yes. To everything. I'm a greedy person. More or less bottomlessly hungry.' He thinks of babies again.

I didn't know then what I wanted, but the ache for it was palpable.

I know you've run away - everybody gets the urge to do that some time - but sooner or later you'll want to go home.

All my life, longings lived inside me, rising up like nocturnes to wail and sing through the night. That my husband bent his heart to mine on our thin straw mat and listened was the kindness I most loved in him. What he heard was my life begging to be born.

At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room, making that propeller sound, a high-pitched zzzzzz that hummed along my skin. I watched their wings shining like bits of chrome in the dark and felt the longing build in my chest. The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam.

This is what I know about myself. She was all I wanted. And I took her away.

All my life, longings lived inside me, rising up like nocturnes to wail and sing through the night.

I marveled at how mixed up people got when it came to love. I myself, for instance. It seemed like I was now thinking of Zach forty minutes out of every hour, Zach, who was an impossibility. That's what I told myself five hundred times: impossibility. I can tell you this much: the word is a great big log throw on the fires of love.

Return to your longing. It will teach you everything.

Every little thing wants to be loved

I knew then that no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many jars of honey you threw, no matter how much you thought you could leave your mother behind, she would never disappear from the tender places in you.

All this love coming to me. I didn't know what to do with it. I wanted to say, I love you, too. I love you all. The feeling rose up in me like a column of wind, but when it got to my mouth, it had no voice, no words. Just a lot of air and longing.