Quotes About Longing

If, indeed, that was love, it wasn't enough.

She wasn't at peace the way that artist painted her. She was leaning forward, and the rigidness of her spine showed the ache in her soul. She was a desperate woman with frailties just like her, temptations just liker her, a woman who had needs, a woman who loved almost to the point of there being no more her anymore, a woman who probably cried too much, just like her, a woman afraid, wanting to believe rather than believing...

She remembered wishing, one particular morning... that she might someday have someone to write to, that she could write at the end of a letter full of love and news, As ever, your loving Magdalena Elisabeth.

Her chest ached like a dull wound when she realized that her silence did not cause him a moment's reflection or curiosity. When she looked out the corner of her eye at him, she could not tell what she meant to him... Another wish that never would come true, she saw then, even if she lived forever, was that he, that someone, would look at her not as an artistic study, but with love.

But even one-way love, fleeting love, is better than no love at all. I'm grateful for having had the feeling.

How does one end a moment like this? It would kill her to feel him pull away. She had to be first. In a moment. One moment more. Yes. Now

It's well known by psychologists and anyone with a beating heart that the pain of losing something you're told is already yours is far greater than the pain of not getting something you wish for in the abstract.

Grief is savage, like love. I think maybe it's the same thing as love? It's love that is trapped inside you, a bird that can't spread its wings so it flaps violently in protest until it's exhausted and broken and utterly without hope. No, grief is not sadness. It's love that is desperately, urgently lost, an intense longing that pools in your lungs and balls up in your throat, so that when you try to talk it just pours out of you like sludge.

You're right. I have no heart because I lost it to you.

She loved him so much that it hurt. Maybe that was how love worked. If you could handle the pain, you'd find the sweetness.

I see her in my dreams," he said. "Every night.

with adoption, your most sacred creation disappears without you. You can't hold him in your arms, you can't claw at the boundary between you. It's . . . a hollowness. Like I'm missing a piece of myself.

Make me a part of this place. Make me a part of Caitlin. Please, God, I love her so.

Good God, what must I do to win you?

The human heart has a way of holding on for as long as it takes, until it has been fulfilled.

No amount of liquor could make him forget the things he yearned to erase from his mind—

I want you to look at me and see no other than the man you love. I want you to feel a start of pure joy when you awaken in the morning and find me beside you. I want you to wish you could rush the sunset so that we can be together sooner.

I want you in every way a man can want a woman, and in ways we've yet to invent. Every single day and night. Now, come here.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything. ?Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place. —Miriam Adeney

remembered that feeling as if she'd tucked it into her backpack and carried it around with her everywhere she went. This was both a blessing and a burden. A blessing, because this love had shown her, ever so briefly, that heaven could be touched. A burden, because it was a reminder of something she had lost.

I would forfeit the very surety of my soul to be the man who brings that look upon your face.

I think I loved her from the first moment I saw her. Before that, I loved her, too. Before I even knew she existed outside the realm of my dreams.