Quotes About Longing

The only men I love are dead.

The only love from which a man never recuperates is the one he never had. The eternal and untarnished illusion.

The love that is never to be realized will often remain a man's guiding ideal.

Turning away, I stared at the long road winding off ahead of me. I sighed. This trip might take awhile. "Then start walking, Rose," I muttered to myself. I set off, off to kill the man I loved.

The covetous man is ever in want.

There are still a few men who love desperately.

Every hour that passed added to her grief, because it bore her further away from the living man, and because it was a tiny foretaste of the eternity she would have to spend without him.

Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.

When Nature begins to reveal her open secret to a man, he feels an irresistible longing for her worthiest interpreter, Art.

Who waite for dead men shall goe long barefoote.

There's nothing sadder to me than associations held together by nothing but the glue of postage stamps. If you can't see or hear or touch a man, it's best to let him go.

I've always wanted to be a mom.

Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium

You count the hours you could have spent with your mother. It's a lifetime in itself.

I really want to adopt a child... I want to be called 'Mom.' It really is the most beautiful word in the English language.

I grew up missing my mom while she was right in front of me.

It was a sad process for me to become a mom, and a long process. I felt so embarrassed that I couldn't have a biological child.

Wealth is like sea-water; the more we drink, the thirstier we become; and the same is true of fame.

Money talks, but it don't sing and dance, and it don't walk. And long as I can have you here with me, I'd much rather be, forever in blue jeans.

Now that we have everything we need, we discover that there is almost nothing that we have that we want

Today is made of yesterday, each time I steal toward rites I do not know, waiting for the lost ingredient, as if salt or money or even lust would keep us calm and prove us whole at last.

It seemed to Fire it was rarely enough one knew a person one wished to marry. How unjust then to meet that person, and be kept from it because one's bed was made of hay and not feathers.

Been living on this earth for so long now and still don't know what a happy life feels like. I'm ready for a change.

In some cases, people with a body (whose size) they did not long for are victims of having a bank balance (whose size) they longed for.