Quotes About Longing

I want to run I want to hide I want to tear down the walls That hold me inside I want to reach out And touch the flame Where the streets have no name

Dici che il fiume Trova la via al mare E come il fiume Giungerai a me Oltre i confini E le terre assetate Dici che come fiume Come fiume L'amore giunger L'amore E non so pi pregare E nell'amore non so pi sperare E quell'amore non so pi aspettare

I want to run, I want to hide, I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside. I want to reach out and touch the plains, Where the streets have no names.

In the eyes of the restless and the longing, Providence often appears to be worse than inscrutable: an unreliable Omnipotence given to haphazard whimsies in dealing with its own creatures, choosing at random some among them to be rent with tragic deprivations and others to be petted with blessing upon blessing.

History, for better or worse, is 'us' on a grand scale ? full of secrets, beauty, fear, longing, and stifled love. Without history, our lives would not be complete, and we could not be, in the best sense, fully 'human.

A o?i so vse na Julki. In vse klopi zadržujejo dih, da bi bile vse o?i še bolj tesno pri njem. Kakor da bodo iz njih, iz o?i, vsak hip zaplavale otroške dlani kot golobje peruti in privzdignile njeno telo in mu zamanjšale bole?ine. Njene o?i pa so žametno in vlažno mehke, ker se njena stopala ne dotikajo poda. Rožnat trak, ki povezuje kiti, pa ?epi na kavlju kot metulj z razprtimi krili.

There are seasons when our passions have slept so long that we know not whether they still exist in us. So does flax forget that it is combustible when the fire is away from it.

Ah, my friends, Love, like a froward boy, with his hands full of sugar-plums, still cries for more.

Home never appears to us so beautiful as when we are remote from it.

I'm staring at this girl who I know would break me if I loved her but I can't help it.

There are some people in your life who bring back old memories. And there are others - your first kiss, your first love, your first sex - who, the moment you see them, bring a spark...and something far more potent. They bring back your old life and with that, potential. And possibilities. And the feeling that if you were back in that time, life could be so very different from where you're stuck right now. That's the most tantalizing thing....I want my potential back.

It's been a long day." "It's only nine in the morning." Myron said, "For what breeds time but two hands on a clock?

Gavin said, "I don't like it." "In another lifetime," Hester said, "I'll care, really. I'll shed tears. But for now, shush and depart.

Nastaviš živjeti svoj život, ali je nikada ne zaboraviš, kao ni onu no?, svoje osje?aje dok si je ljubio, miris njezine kose. Ona je uvijek s tobom. Razmišljaš o njoj. Možda ne svaki dan, možda ?ak ne ni svaki tjedan. Ali ona je tu. Svako malo prizoveš to sje?anje kada se osje?aš usamljeno, ali nisi siguran pruža li ti utjehu ili te boli. Pitaš se je li i s njome isto.

Love blinds, yes, bit not nearly as much as wanting to be loved.

Death teaches you that. You would give anything, forgive anything, for just one more second. . . .

He started to feel better. Or to say the same thing in another way: He started to feel less. His eyes slowly swerved from side to side. He felt, as he did in most places, slightly out of place—a spy in enemy territory. He was not really comfortable anywhere anymore—his old softer world or his new hardened one. So he straddled both. Truth was, he was only comfortable—pitiful as it sounded—when he was with Olivia. Damn

The separation deepened our commitment and gave our love a new distance-makes-the-heart-grow-fonder dimension. Nauseating

Amazing what humans, even ones as wanton as Frank Ache, crave when left alone—other humans.

What do you want me to say, Jess? We were together a long time. Of course there was a pang.

She looked at him, shook her head. "No man has ever loved me like you did." Silence. Myron held back the "what-about-Stoner" remark.

bought a very used Oldsmobile Ciera so he could drive the four-plus hours to see Marianne every weekend. The drive seemed interminable. He couldn't wait to sprint out of the car and into her arms. Sitting

Es ist keine Sklaverei, es ist nur eine Welt, die nicht genug ist, weißt du, was ich meine?

He had discovered the scents and aromas of a spring that was eternally one day away.