Quotes About Longing

La música me iba envolviendo de inquietud, mi nerviosismo era cada vez más apasionado, me tuve que poner en tensión para contenerme con todas mis fuerzas, hasta tal punto era intenso el afán de mis labios por acercarse a tu mano. (...) Era incapaz de soportar tenerte tan cerca y tan lejos a la vez, a mi lado en la penumbra.

I hadn't had a book in my hands for four months, and the mere idea of a book where I could see words printed one after another, lines, pages, leaves, a book in which I could pursue new, different, fresh thoughts to divert me, could take them into my brain, had something both intoxicating and stupefying about it.

There pass the trav'lling dreams, and these My soul adores

My love, I see you through my tears. No pity in your face I see. I have sailed far across the years; Stretch out, stretch out your arms to me.

If you hate him, it was just a pash, and from now on I can begin to move in. Deathless adoration, eternal whatsit – and you hate him. Well, well. That isn't the way I love you, and it's not the way you're going to love me. One of these fine days. Some enchanted evening.

He supposed that he wanted her so much that it was making him fond of her;

Women are always eagerly on the lookout for any emotion.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

The count had reached his fifties: a cruel word whose resonance can perhaps be fully appreciated only by a man desperately in love.

Ultimately, your every desire—the desire for material things, relationships, career success, sexual gratification—is really the desire for the peace you experience for brief moments when you attain the object of your desire.

There's something about blue eyes. The kind of blue that startles you every time they're lifted in your direction. The kind of blue that makes you ache for them to look at you again. Not the blue green or blue gray, the blue that's just blue. Cricket has those eyes.

I felt a great fear rise up in my heart: for what should my world be, after all, without Lord Harold in it?

He clutched at my fingers--a spasm, perhaps, for the touch relaxed almost instantly. 'Jane.' 'My lord.' He smiled faintly, a curving of the lips; but the face was so haggard, and beaded with sweat. 'You cry, dear? Waste. Should've married you years ago.

This is nothing, Walks the Fire. My anger came when you would not speak of your sadness.I thought you longed for the whites,that you cared nothing for us,that you feared telling me.To have many sons would be a wonderful thing. I cannot lie about that.But if having many sons means I must take another woman, then I would choose no sons and keep Walks the Fire in my tepee.Your heart cries out for children....my heart cries out only for you,best-beloved.

Just because I'm not forever by your side doesn't mean that's not precisely where I want to be.

My heart only ever had one thought, one want. One need. Despite all, in spite of all...All my heart has ever wanted is you.

Just because I'm not forever by your side doesn't mean that's not precisely where I want to be.

My heart only have one thought, one want. One néed. Despite all, in spite of all....All my heart has ever wanted is you.

You fill a hungry place shaped like your darkness.

Love, by its very nature, is not secure; we keep wanting to make it so.

Wanting more is just a recipe for heartache.

I feel for food more than I could crave a woman. And that's the truth!

Father, we long for the clarity of Your truth to dawn upon our minds and for the immensity of Your love to grip our hearts.

It is a great mystery that though the human heart longs for Truth, in which alone it finds liberation and delight, the first reaction of human beings to Truth is one of hostility and fear!