Quotes About Longing

That's something I missed, lying in bed listening to the rain with someone I loved. That's something I missed, having someone I loved.

They lived seven hundred miles - and a couple universes - apart.

He was so beautiful. He wasn't mine. I should run to the mountains now, and hide. I should run right into his arms and demand that he close them around me. I should run home to my mother and cry into her lap.

I wanted her note to say that I was a red hole dug out of the guts of her, a seeping wound that hadn't healed a lick in the twenty-odd years since she had left me.

I'd only wanted, desperately, for him to be a thing that I could have.

Hana didn't know that I existed, much less that I was looking for her. She didn't know that anyone was looking. Hana wasn't like me. She was like Candace, Shar, Karice—every lost girl in the world who felt herself unvalued and unsought. She had no way to know that somewhere in the world, right now, her name was being called.

I had spent my whole life hungry for forgiveness. It had not come, so I didn't know firsthand what he was feeling. But I had imagined it, over and over. I'd wanted it so bad. I'd wanted Kai—or anyone, anyone who knew the worst in me—to say that I was still dear, and good, and worthy.

I was looking for my ex-lover to break the Sixth Commandment.

Love is bobbing with the unconcerned weave of the current and particularly I feel this way when I am around you. Sometimes, in the night, the earth will change for a man the earth will open up for him and his belonging. When I am out in the world and the air does its little displacement with my body, I think of you moving with the horizon in and out of view. — Joshua Beckman, from "Block Island," Something I Expected to be Different (Verse Press, 2001)

I wished it had turned out differently. I wished I had been better all around. I wished above all that when I believed something, like that I was finally over her, that I knew myself even the slightest bit.

what was life without appetite?

Oh, come back, you people lost to darkness! Come back, you ghosts. The day is hard enough. Don't leave me alone with the night.

The irony of all this is that God of perfect justice is both the one for whom we long and the one whom we dread. We long for someone to set things right, to punish those who terrorize, molest, kills and enslave the innocent... we want a judge with total power and piercing commitment to righteousness. But when his eyes turn on us, we realize that we too, are guilty. We, too, deserve his judgement.

sickness of hope deferred

my mouth opens willingly for his. It's a Pavlovian thing: when his face is anywhere within kissing distance, I hunger to have his lips on mine.

Since the very first moment she had laid eyes on him, Lorna Connaught had loved Dante with a hot fierceness that both excited and shamed her. The excitement came from the knowledge that, from then until the day she died, he would always be hers. Her shame came from the realization that she'd never felt such an achingly deep love like that before. Not even for her husband, Matthew.

Except for Thurlow,there was not a person she would have missed and many a one to whom she would gleefully have said farewell forever.But that had changed now,utterly changed. She longed for Dragon, the sound of his voice, the touch of his hand,the warmth of his smile. For a moment she closed her eyes and saw him behind them.

And he's gone to Hawkforte." "Had his breakfast," Mulridge said, appearing over Bolkum's shoulder. "Said he couldn't bear London a moment longer. Knew he'd have to be back but needed a few days away." She looked at Kassandra rather pointedly. "Has too much on his mind, that lad does." "Hawkforte," Kassandra murmured, and all her longing sang in the single word.

Loneliness is about the scariest thing out there.

I can't fight this feeling any longer And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow What started out as friendship, has grown stronger I only wish I had the strength to let it show I tell myself that I can't hold out forever I said there is no reason for my fear Cause I feel so secure when we're together You give my life direction You make everything so clear

I sit up in the dark drenched in longing. / I am carrying over a thousand names for blue that I didn't have at dusk.

Maybe, she thought, grown-up life was not so much finding your perfect place in the world, but aching for all the faraway places and people you loved—and learning to look at right where you are now, as Rema would say, through a long eyepiece of grateful.

If I try to summon back his face, the sound of his voice, and the sensation in my stomach like a key turning in a lock when he touched me, I lose everything.

She wasn't in love but she would love him, if that would save her.