Quotes About Longing

The future for me is already a thing of the past - You were my first love and you will be my last

I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul...

Some, like Chaplin, Polanski and Michael Jackson, found teenage companions in middle age, trying to retrieve or reconfigure a childhood they never had.

when the words not enough to describe how much you love.... even you know she/he don't anything for you...... you cant fall a sleep exactly like before's" -kuntal

Fashion is like the id. It makes you desire things you shouldn't.

Look for me darling, Friday night.

The longing of your breast is to be a living flame, ignited with the exhilaration of beholding His beauty, worshiping Him with uninhibited abandon, and deployed into the world with self-controlled, calculated zeal that does not love its own life even unto death.

There's one thing worse than being alone: wishing you were.

People of this world are deluded. They're always longing for something-always, in a word, seeking. But the wise wake up. They choose reason over custom. They fix their minds on the sublime and let their bodies change with the seasons. All phenomena are empty. They contain nothing worth desiring.

People of this world are deluded. They're always longing for something - always, in a word, seeking.

it's my only defense against a beautiful misery.

She closed her eyes and pushed her head into the dog's fur so she wouldn't see what terrified her and filled her with longing at the same time.

la guardavo e mi si riempirono gli occhi di lacrime, non è che piangessi, avevo capito, avevo coscienza del fatto che dovevo farmi tatuare anch'io una barchetta così sul petto, che senza una barchetta come quella non potevo vivere, che quella barchetta doveva dare calore, che era l'emblema dell'anima, e che anch'io l'avrei avuta. Quella barchetta lì si può lavare?

I asked Zden?k if there was something he wanted to tell me. But he didn't need to tell me anything, it was enough to have seen me and confirm that I was in the world, and to let me know that he missed me, just as I missed him.

A teardrop glittered like a diamond in the ring of her eye. When they're at the bottom, people fill their eyes with beautiful things. The world is full of art, it's just a matter of knowing how to look around you and then surrendering to inexhaustible whisperings, to small details, to longing and desire.

Someone pumps sentences into my brain, long-forgotten images from childhood; meaningless objects and conversations peel layers from my heart. I am again a river faun, paralyzed by longing for a river nymph. I walk through wolframic space, my mouth and nose threaded with wire, and whenever I deviate from my course, I feel a sharp pain in my jaws.

Camino pensado en la melancolía de este mundo que no se acaba de construir jamás.

All we wanted was to go on living like that forever.

Not until later did he realise he had never before seen her anywhere, yet it was somehow as if he had been awaiting her for a long time

Olga Broumas visiting Iowa, and after her talk I asked her a question I had wanted to ask someone for years: "How do you endure the long times when you cannot write?" She said in that room full of writers and readers, "Even when I cannot write, I know I am still a writer, just the way I know I am still sexual even if I have not had a lover for many months.

Many scriptures suggest this longing arises from an unconscious, deeper part of self that wants to be remembered.

How long, how long must we sing this song?

I have climbed highest mountains, I have run through the field, only to be with you. I have run, I have crawled, I have scaled these city walls, only to be with you. But I still haven't found what I'm looking for.

I have climbed highest mountains I have run through the fields Only to be with you I have run I have crawled I have scaled these city walls These city walls Only to be with you But I still haven't found what I'm kooking for