Quotes About Longing

I was not meant for this world. I don't know. All I know is, I love, and I am not loved. I do not know happiness. I know despair, loneliness, and longing.

She longed to be seen, respected, and most of all, one day unconditionally loved (by one fully committed man) for the sum of all her many, many parts.

You know," Hallie said, "they make all these antidepressants. They should make a pill that stops you from loving the people you can't have, and makes you attracted to those you can.

want Mrs. Starch to come back!

Why does it seem I won't come back here? Why speak of it as of, already, a place I miss?

traced far enough, past hope, back across belief, it ends always at desire

And after we returned to the savannahs and abandoned the trees, did we long for those great graceful leaps and ecstatic moments of weightlessness in the shafts of sunlight of the forest roof?

The surface of the Earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean. From it we have learned most of what we know. Recently, we have waded a little out to sea, enough to dampen our toes or, at most, wet our ankles. The water seems inviting. The ocean calls. Some part of our being knows this is from where we came. We long to return. These aspirations are not, I think, irreverent, although they may trouble whatever gods may be.

I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â To the ancient Greeks and Romans, the known world comprised

For all its material advantages, the sedentary life has left us edgy, unfulfilled. Even after 400 generations in villages and cities, we haven't forgotten. The open road still softly calls, like a nearly forgotten song of childhood. We invest far-off places with a certain romance. This appeal, I suspect, has been meticulously crafted by natural selection as an essential element in our survival.

His voice was right. She instantly remembered it. And his smell, his gait, his laugh. The way his beard abraded her cheek. All of it combined to shatter her self-possession. She could feel a massive stone seal being pried open and the first rays of light entering an ancient, almost forgotten tomb.

A little deeper was a fear of falling in love without reservation, of committing herself to someone who might then be snatched from her. Or simply leave her. But if you never really fall in love, you can never really miss it.

The surface of the Earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean. From it we have learned most of what we know. Recently, we have waded a little out to sea, enough to dampen our toes or, at most, wet our ankles. The water seems inviting. The ocean calls. Some part of our being knows this is from where we came. We long to return.

And even now she beats her head against the bars in the same old way and wonders if there is a bigger place the railroads run to from Chicago where maybe there is romance and big things and real dreams that never go smash.

I know! WHY! – Am I so catty? – Cause I'm consumed with envy an' eaten up with longing? –

human beings dream of life everlasting. But most of them want it on earth and not in heaven.

He is the long-delayed but always expected something that we live for.

Porque el tiempo es la distancia más larga entre dos lugares...

To be not alone, even for a few moments, is worth the pain and the danger.

Why didn't it happen between us? Why did I fail? Why did you come close enough...and not closer?

Désirer, cela consiste à vouloir occuper un espace plus grand que celui qui vous est offert

My heart, as you well know, Bright Eyes, has always been yours for the asking. Or the staking.

I am the one who needs rescuing. Save me (…) Save me from going back to being the man I was before I came here. Save me from all the years of loneliness I'll have to endure without you in my arms. Save me from spending the rest of my life longing for a woman I can never have.

Can I sleep with you the whole time we're here, Laura? Can I? Oh, please say I can! Every eyes, except for the ever discreet Addison's, turned to the duke. Sterling cleared his throat awkwardly, a most endearing flush creeping up his jaw.