Quotes About Longing

I have crossed oceans of time to find you. ~ Dracula

To look at you and to feel nothing is the closure that I desire.

I have crossed oceans of time to find you Bram Stoker's Dracula

A left margin watches the sea floor approach It takes 30 million years It is the first love

Tennyson's poems: "Once he drew with one long kiss my whole soul thro' my lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

what would happen after the tour. The thought of not seeing him daily filled her chest with a hollow ache.

Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?

But you don't need anything. You have everything,' I tell him. Rip looks at me. 'No I don't.' 'What?' 'No I don't.' There's a pause and then I ask, 'Oh, shit, Rip, What don't you have?' 'I don't have anything to loose.

I want to take you away from this, I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. From sushi and elves and... STUFF.

From those of us who are left behind: you will be remembered, you were the one I needed, I loved you in my dreams.

I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say I love you I love you I love you while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

I want to go back, Daniel says, quietly, with effort. Where? I ask, unsure. There's a long pause that kind of freaks me out and Daniel finishes his drink and fingers the sunglasses he's still wearing and says, I don't know. Just back.

Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? (But isn't that what people do?)

And later my macabre joy sours and I'm weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing, I just want to be loved, cursing the earth and everything I have been taught: principles, distinctions, choices, morals, compromises, knowledge, unity, prayer - all of it was wrong, without any final purpose.

Sometimes when you're standing in a crowd I feel those sultry dark eyes of yours stop on me. Are you too afraid to come up to me and let me know how you feel I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

And later my macabre joy sours and I'm weeping for myself, unable to find solace in any of this, crying out, sobbing "I just want to be loved," cursing the earth and everything I have been taught:

Lover? se asks, her voice reminding me of someone human.

I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say 'I love you I love you I love you' while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

Some say that the anticipation of a thing is better than the thing itself. In my view, this is utter nonsense. Any fool can imagine a prize. I desire the tangible.

Each sentient life requires a place of extreme serenity, where the mind may roam afterward in memory and to which the body longs to return.

A come t'morrer on wall?" he wanted to know. "Yes, Rollo. We'll come to the wall tomorrow, and all the tomorrows after that until my Mattimeo comes back. Do you remember Mattimeo?

Wanna fly. Stryk Redkite flyover mountain like sky-clouds," the big bird wailed. John folded his spectacles away. "Huh, now we must wait? Try telling her that.

And that is when I know....that is when I understand that it's better to feel the ache inside me like demons scratching at my heart than it is to feel numb the way a dead body feels when you touch it. It's better to wait for the beautiful things...to stare at them for as long as they last..to hold on as tight as you can before they disappear. And it might hurt so bad inside...but it's better to wait for the next beautiful thing than never look for any again.

You never know when or where your first addiction might find you…but there's a chamber of your heart that will have been waiting for it since the day you were born