Quotes About Longing

My grief for her was like a circle. I always came around to missing her again.

I never wanted you lost, Em, only to find me.

It was a long time ago now. And it was yesterday.

Oh! To be in love, And never get out again.

There's someone who's loved you forever but you don't know it. You might feel it and just not show it.

How could you leave me when I needed to possess you? I hated you, I loved you too

And if I say that when I see myself in the window of the bus I resemble an elephant I don't mean that unlovingly. Just that I look surprisingly human with my long face and my memories.

She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what.

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.

There is nothing sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.

It is a bad thing to have love and nowhere to put it.

Edward knew what it was like to say over and over again the names of those you had left behind. He knew what it was like to miss someone. And so he listened. And in his listening, his heart opened wide and then wider still. (page 103)

Look at me, he said to her. His arms and legs jerked. Look at me. You got your wish. I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me. The old woman turned and hobbled away. Come back, thought Edward. Fix me

Male or female, what did it matter, really, when the body yearned?

She paced her room all day, tossed sleeplessly in her bed all night. At dusk, she sat in her window and poured all her longing and desire into her songs, hoping he would somehow hear her and return. And he did.

But the idea was stronger than the impossibility of it. Even to recognise that longing and give voice to it was a kind of power.

In his homilies, this old Jesuit always talked about desire, and how we were connected by our desires. He said the most basic human desire was the desire to be desired by one you desire.

Can I tell you what I want? I want to stop wanting things I can't have. I want to stop falling for jerks I don't need. And I want to stop feeling like an f/ing gooey butter cake somebody left out in the rain.

Isn't it funny that at Christmas something in you gets so lonely for - I don't know what exactly, but it's something that you don't mind so much not having at other times.

Lost love is still love, isn't it.

So you keep running after the things you want, because you think they will satisfy you - and you truly do think that in the past they gave you satisfaction. But the satisfaction itself, the real feeling of it, somehow slips the net. It's anticipated and remembered but almost never experienced.

I want to watch you sleeping," he said. "Go to sleep." For a long time Stephen listened to Mina breathing. He turned in the chair to look out the window, pinching himself to stay awake. The moon was not out – the night was very dark. Much later the room behind him seemed to lighten. He opened the window to let the night in, to let what was inside get out. And then, slowly, he turned around to look at what was there. Mina is there. She is a vision.

I hate the world sometimes," Anthea said. "The unfairness of it. I won't force you to see me if you don't want to - but nobody can stop me loving you, and I'll wait for you all my life if I have to.