Quotes About Longing

I wanna fuck all the time, I've never wanted a baby.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

Má»—i khi em th?y bàng hoàng trÆ°á»›c sá»± phai nh?t c?a tình yêu, thì ?o ?nh v? tá»± do l?i tr? nên mãnh li?t. ?o ?nh v? phút giây h?ng kh?i, v? ni?m vui vô t?n khi em c?m nh?n ???c nh?ng Ä'au kh? ???c yêu hay là không yêu n?a…

You Can't Get Enough… of Something You Don't Really Want I first heard this from one of my favorite authors, Geneen Roth. She was talking about binge eating and describing why we keep eating huge amounts of food beyond fullness and sometimes even beyond feeling sick. She explained: We are trying to get something we desperately want, from something that can't give it to us. In

Now that she had lived in two worlds, would she ever again be completely at home in either of them? Or would part of her always long for the other, no matter where she was?

What I've learned from talking to so many victims of traumatic events, abuse, or neglect is that after absorbing these painful experiences, the child begins to ache. A deep longing to feel needed, validated, and valued begins to take hold. As these children grow, they lack the ability to set a standard for what they deserve. And if that lack is not addressed, what often follows is a complicated, frustrating pattern of self-sabotage, violence, promiscuity, or addiction.

spending most of her life in darkness, like a tongue.

Bruno, Irene Nemirovsky

Maybe all these desperate clashing feelings I'm feeling are just random brain activity, maybe I'm just delusional. But there are things that I miss, and things that I feel like I should be seeing and feeling every time I turn around, and I just keep turning and turning and turning, and there's nothing.

Relatives watching wanted and expected me to break down and cry, thereby devaluing my inner sorrow. Maybe if I had not stayed in cold England for eighteen years - England, a country where people cry in their hearts and not with their eyes - I would have done so. Eighteen years is a long time, and like the people I live with, I cried in my heart.

Le donne erano destinate a soffrire; non c'era da meravigliarsi che volessero sempre grandi dichiarazioni d'amore

It's all overrated man. Sex is only great if you're not getting any.

A love for the world begins in the soul. It's subtle, not always immediately obvious to others, and often undetected by the people who are slowly succumbing to its lies.

Swear you'll come back. More tears poled. Pain lanced through me. You know I will, he said with conviction.

desires," I mean things we feel that we need or want very strongly. There's an element of passion in the experience of desire

Remember that yours is not the only heart that may be wishing for love.

Oswald: All your life Aurore: What? Oswald: All your life, isn't that what you wanted to know? How long I loved you? Aurore: Well, yes, I suppose I did, but that wasn't what I was going to ask just now. Oswald: I tell you I've loved you since the day you were born, and you tell me you want to know something else. There's no one quite like you, is there, Aurore?

That idea is strange to me. People keep on loving? People keep on loving even if you are not there in their face everyday to remind them? People keep on loving even if they no longer see you at all? People keep on loving even if they are loving someone else? Impossible: to believe you can be loved in absence when you don't even know how it feels to be loved when you are there.

How is it that disappointment arrives as soon as what you have desired for so long steps over the threshold? It's like finding the end of your wedding train dragging behind in the mud.

Patrik zrozumiaÅ', ?e trzeba po?egna? siÄ™ z marzeniami. OczywiÅ›cie potem kochaÅ' siÄ™ w innych, a kiedy ?eniÅ' siÄ™ z Karin, byÅ' nawet przekonany, ?e do?yje z niÄ… pó?nej staroÅ›ci. Mimo to gdzieÅ› z tyÅ'u gÅ'owy zawsze koÅ'ataÅ'a mu siÄ™ myÅ›l o Erice. Czasem ta myÅ›l byÅ'a nieobecna przez wiele miesiÄ™cy, a czasem wracaÅ'a po kilka razy dziennie.

The heart wants what the heart wants

I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.

The heart wants what the heart wants, she says, somewhat cryptically. I purse my lips in disapproval. You'd think the heart would know better.

And then he was there, staring at me from behind the screen door. I'd like to say he no longer affected me, that seeing him was a disappointment. But it wasn't true. I felt as strongly about him as I had on that first day I'd seen him in calculus class.