Quotes About Longing

Money cannot purchase what the heart desires. Chinese

This mouth had kissed me so much it had worn its own grooves into my teeth. It was like settling into the armchair that fit exactly the round of your body, only it was incredibly exciting because everything was different now, and it was horribly wrong to be kissing. It would only prolong everything. I sat there in the bus shelter, back up against the glass, hoping the bug would never come. Desperation is the sexiest emotion.

I wanted her so badly, my heart hung out of my chest like some hound-dog's tongue, pant, pant.

She kissed her like she'd been stranded on an island, notching each stranded day onto a fallen coconut, slowly losing her mind. She filled Michelle like weather, worked her mouth like a cherry stem being tongued into a knot.

It smelled of oily flowers, like the worn pillowcases of long-ago lovers.

besaban al aire, al vacío, tal vez a algún cabello suelto, de manera que ambas sintieran el efluvio de los besos pero no su calor.

You can't live your life fixed on what you never had...You start doing that, it will eat away at your heart.

Ah, what stars there are in the Ukraine. I've been living in Moscow almost seven years, but I still feel drawn to my homeland. My heart aches, I get a terrible urge to board a train and be off. To see the cliffs covered in

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Uhvatila me tuga prije daleka putovanja. Zar ne, messire, ona je potpuno prirodna, ?ak i kada ?ovjek zna da ga na kraju toga puta ?eka sre?a ?

She only came through that gate once a day, but my heart would beat faster from at least ten false alarms every morning. Then when her time came and the hands were pointing to noon, my heart went on thumping until her shoes with their black patent-leather straps and steel buckles drew level, almost soundlessly, with my basement window.

Twelve thousand moons for one moon long ago, isn't that too much?

She must either forget him or die herself. It was impossible to go on like this. Impossible! She must forget him, forget him at any cost! But she could not forget him, that was the trouble.

What, without you is life eternal? what are my boundless realms infernal? Just empty words, a loud discord, a vast cathedral - with no lord!

My thoughts have long been stirred and racked by just one name of passing sweetness: my days in paradise have lacked just your perfection for completeness

And this time with ardent lips so lightly grazing he kissed her trembling mouth, and then answered her pleas, in language dazing with sweet temptation; once again those mighty eyes were fixed and gazing deep into hers. He set her blazing. He gleamed above her like a spark or like a knife that finds its mark.

Nay, what is human love?—a stirring Of youthful blood to quicker flow, But love grows chiller, as recurring Days, years and decades, come and go.

Perhaps that's just why you loved me,' I thought. 'Joys are forgotten, but sorrows never.

How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present? You can suffer nostalgia in the presence of the beloved if you glimpse a future where the beloved is no more

Happiness is the longing for repetition.

I have a strong will to love you for eternity.

The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man.

We all need someone to look at us. We can be divided into four categories according to the kind of look we wish to live under . . . The fourth category, the rarest, is the category of people who live in the imaginary eyes of those who are not present. They are the dreamers.

Which doesn't mean, of course, that I'd stopped loving her, that I'd forgotten her, or that her image had paled; on the contrary; in the form of a quiet nostalgia she remained constantly within me; I longed for her as one longs for something definitively lost.