Quotes About Longing

But she kept saying how brilliant he was. And he's all she talked about. And I fell in love with the image my cousin had of Mokund Thapa. I wanted to be like Mokund Thapa. One

You still search for Narnia, even though by then you're too old to believe in it and it doesn't want you there.

It was one of those dreams from which she woke up depressed about her reality, filled with a longing that pulled at her insides, wishing the dream could have lasted forever, or at least much longer than it had.

Oh, my beauty! Oh, my love. Soon your loins shall live--and throb to my pounding dork! Ah! Ah!

But try as I might, I never got to eat any of her pastries, and do you know, she never even offered me one.

You know something, you never know what lonely is until you are really alone, alone all day, alone all night, with no one to talk to.

Do you understand the sadness of geography?

The joyful will stoop with sorrow, and when you have gone to the earth I will let my hair grow long for your sake, I will wander through the wilderness in the skin of a lion

I am not in love with him, I am in love with ghosts. So is he, he's in love with ghosts.

In the desert the most loved waters, like a lover's name, are carried blue in your hands, enter your throat. One swallows absence.

As if this collection of things is what she is. So we fall in love with ghosts.

I want to die on your chest but not yet she wrote sometime in the 13th century of our love

Nowadays he doesn't think of his wife, though he knows he can turn around and evoke every move of her, describe any aspect of her, the weigh of her wrist on his heart during the night.

But when we are searching for an example of what we no longer have, we see it everywhere.

If he could walk across the room and touch her he would be sane. But between them lay a treacherous and complex journey. It was a very wide world.

I shall have to learn how to miss you.

First, he though, I need shoes with rubber on the bottom. I need gelato.

Now where does he sit as he thinks of her? These years later. A stone of history skipping over the water, bouncing up so she and he have aged before it touches the surface again and sinks.

What had our relationship been? A betrayal of those around us, or the desire of another life?

va trebui sa invat cum sa ti duc dorul

There were nights when Cullis would lie beside her, barely touching her with the tip of his finger. He would move down the bed, kissing her brown hip, her hair, to the cave within her. When they were apart he wrote how he loved the sound of her breath in those moments, the intake and release of it, paced and constant, as if preparing, as if knowing there was to be long distance ahead. His hands on her thighs, his face wet with the taste of her, her open palm on the back of his neck.

Solo quiero que sepas que aún no te echo de menos. —Ya llegará.

Sólo quiero que sepas que aún no te echo de menos. —Ya llegará.

Who lays the crumbs of food that tempt you? Towards a person you never considered. A dream. Then later another series of dreams.