Quotes About Longing

Film is an itch I have yet to scratch.

I don't think the itch to fight has ever left me, ever. I mean, I got paid to do what I love for a living, and I got paid very well to do it. So that's going to always be there. That's always going to be like, 'Man, I wouldn't mind getting out there again.'

I'd really like to go back to New Japan because it feels like home, and I love that place so much.

I can't watch 'Glee' because I get so jealous that I'm not there with them doing it that I can't even watch.

Just like Lara Jean in my book 'To All the Boys I've Loved Before,' I used to write letters to boys I was in love with - letters full of emotion and longing and also recrimination - but they were for my eyes only.

What I do miss is the Jersey Shore.

Whenever my mom goes to Afghanistan, I'm just like, 'Bring me jewelry.'

Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, "I think I missed you before I met you even.

I think part of me doesn't want to remember him, for fear of missing him too much.

If I believed I could free myself, by dying, from amorous thoughts that bind me to the earth, I would already have laid these troubled limbs and their burden in the earth myself:

gönlümüzde kayg?lar, kollar?m?zda boÅŸluk, geçici zevkler ve bitmek bilmez dert, k???n güller, yaz ortas?nda buz, belirsiz umut önümüzde ve k?sa süren sevinç, piÅŸmanl?k ve elem, ard?m?zda b?rakt???m?z (aÅŸk?n utkusu iii, 115-119)

I shall never cease to marvel at the way we beg for love and tyranny.

And there was that trick he did with time, making it speed up when we were together and drag til I saw him again.

There Are But Two Tragedies in Life-One is One's Inability to attain One's Heart's Desire-The Other Is To Have It!

Men are made unhappy not because they fail to gratify some fixed set of desires, but by the gap that continually arises between new wants and their fulfillment.

The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring. And that is not happiness.

Ever absent, ever near; Still I see thee, still I hear; Yet I cannot reach thee, dear!

A You Wish; . . . . . . . . .Often, I wish that I were YOU: THAT I might better know; HOW TO LOVE YOU TRUE:

gluttony. Six weeks I have been at sea, and every wave looking just like the one before, in wet procession.

She went her unremembering way, She went and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be.

sombra que sucesivo anhela el viento...

Siento haber de dejar deshabitado cuerpo que amante espíritu ha ceñido; desierto un corazón siempre encendido, donde todo el Amor reinó hospedado.

I can go years thinking that it seems impossible that I will ever satisfy that appetite again and then it is easy to satisfy and no one notices or cares, nor does it make me happy, when loneliness surrounds me like water I've already drowned in without dying.

Human beings could be defined as the keepers of a wall of separation dwelling at the threshold between dimensions longing to meet. As long as we insist being attached to the wall, these dimensions will keep on causing destruction and misery in our life. All human pain and troubles are basically due to our stubbornness in preserving this wall.