Quotes About Longing

A strange, strong feeling came over her, prickling the skin on her arms and raising the short hairs at the back of her neck. Somehow she knew that if he left her, she could never love anyone else. She was his—Six had taken a piece of her soul and welded it permanently to his. Without him, she would never be whole again. Never

And though Xairn knew he shouldn't care, he couldn't stop his jaw from clenching or his hands from curling into fists again. Mine, whispered a voice in his head. She should be mine… *

I wonder if I'll ever be able to have what I like or if my tastes are too various to be sustained by one of anything.

And when Jacaranda would drop by his studio unannounced and Shelby would open the door for her, his eyes would clear from the cloudiness they'd fallen into while thinking of his work; his eyes would see her, and his face would light up, he'd smile, and he would cry: "You're here!

Women want to be loved like roses. They spend hours perfecting their eyebrows and toes and inventing irresistible curls that fall by accident down the back of their necks from otherwise austere hair-dos. They want their lover to remember the way they held a glass. They want to haunt.

I wonder if I'll ever be able to have what I like or if my tastes are too various to be sustained by one of anything.

But love, once it dyes our hearts purple, won't go away. Especially the kind of love we used to feel when we were young, the kind we wish we could feel again for someone new.

I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world.

What you learn about silence is that it isn't about what you're not saying at that moment, but what you've always wanted to say or—for a long time, probably, at this rate—never will.

FRANCESCA You came in out of the night And there were flowers in your hands, Now you will come out of a confusion of people, Out of a turmoil of speech about you. I who have seen you amid the primal things Was angry when they spoke your name In ordinary places. I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind, And that the world should dry as a dead leaf, Or as a dandelion seed-pod and be swept away, So that I might find you again, Alone.

But I am like the grass, I can not love you.

Francesca" You came in out of the night And there were flowers in your hands, Now you will come out of a confusion of people, Out of a turmoil of speech about you. I who have seen you amid the primal things Was angry when they spoke your name In ordinary places. I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind, And that the world should dry as a dead leaf, Or as a dandelion seed-pod and be swept away, So that I might find you again, Alone.

I AM homesick after mine own kind, Oh I know that there are folk about me, friendly faces, But I am homesick after mine own kind.

I have detested you long enough. I come to you now as a grown child

I'm a romantic a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.

Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.

Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.

Absences can also make one forget. Absence dulls the memory and banishes those who are precious from the mind.

I've seen it before: a good-looking, middle-aged woman in a dead marriage; they find some young handsome bloke, and it's love's young dream all over again. I think they're trying to recapture their youth, or something. Perhaps they think it's their last chance at romance, or having a last bite of the big, emotional cherry. All I know is, when they get like this, they fall harder than a ton of bricks.

Desire" I have certainly no faith in miracles, yet I long that when death comes to take me from this great song of a world, it permits me to return to your door and knock and knock and call out: "If you need someone to share your anguish, your simplest pain, then let me be the one. If not, let me again embark, this time never to return, in that final direction, forever.

Years have passed since my heart's been anyone's destination,/ and its wounds, in this desolation,/ have lost their sheen--/ Whom can I possibly ask to pour color into them? --from "Two Elegies: 1. Appointments

If dreams are thwarted, then yearning must take their place If reunion is impossible, then longing must take its place.

all my life I have fancied a beautiful man by the name of murthaza he makes me happy when I am sad. he makes me feel things I have always dreamed of -harry james

I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday.