Quotes About Longing

éblouie par son désir, entraînée par l'illusion, elle avait rêvé l'impossible.

There's a pleasure to loving someone even when you know there's no chance in them loving you back. The pain I felt let me know I was still alive.

As many have discovered, it is entirely possible (although not particularly desirable) to love two people with all your heart. It is entirely possible to long for two lives, to feel that one life can't come close to containing it all.

It's when you don't need something that you tend to lose it.

How I will miss the horses.

No one will ever love me that much again.

How do I go on when the person I love most in the world is in love with someone else? Someone tell me the solution, he thought, so I don't have to play this losing game all the way through.

the things we don't have are sadder than the things we have. Because the things we don't have exist in our imaginations, where they are perfect.

Maybe we'll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I'll be right for you and you'll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.

Oh yes, it's very tragic. Why does everyone always like love stories? What about absence-of-love stories? Aren't they much more common?

The casualities seemed to go on and on. Just when I thought I was done losing her, I would find yet another way to love her all over again.

Because the things we don't have are sadder than the things we have. Because the things we don't have exist in our imaginations, where they are perfect.

But the best parts of him were in his books. I suppose I could always read those if I missed him too much. I haven't wanted to read one yet, though.

So I will wait, because I would rather wait for you than waste my time with someone who isn't you. And I will focus on the long game. As they say in baseball, losing game one and even game two is no reason to give up on the whole series. When you're ready, if you're ever ready, give me the word.

How do I go on when the person I love most in the world is in love with someone else? Someone tell me the solution, he thought, so I don't have to play this losing game all the way through.

A good man is hard to find," she says finally. "Do you mean the O'Connor story? The one on your desk. It's an awfully dark thing to bring up at a time like this." "No, I mean you. I've been looking forever. It was only two trains and a boat away.

He missed Sadie more than he had missed her in the years he hadn't spoken to her, because there she was, every day. It looked like Sadie and it spoke like Sadie, but somehow it was no longer Sadie.

And to see her almost made him want to cry. It was as if she were a mathematical proof that had eluded him for many years, but all at once, with fresh, well-rested eyes, the proof had a completely obvious solution. There's Sadie, he thought. Yes.

He wanted Ichigo's life, a lifetime of endless, immaculate tomorrows, free of mistakes and the evidence of having lived.

She could feel herself forgetting all the details of Marx---the sound of his voice, the feeling of his fingers and the way they gestured, his precise temperature, his scent on clothing, the way he looked walking away, or running up a flight of stairs. Eventually, Sadie imagined that Marx would be reduced to a single image: just a man standing under a torii gate, holding his hat in his hands, waiting for her.

A nostalgia for something that had never been? An envy at their intimacy? She wondered what it would have been like if Sam had been her lover.

I longed for Mum in the most primitive way.

I don't think she wants me to visit her." "It doesn't take long to get to Boston anymore," Dong Hyun said. "It takes about six hours by plane. Same amount of time as it's always taken." "Faster than getting from Venice to Echo Park in traffic," Dong Hyun said.

Los Angeles, he decided, was a profoundly stupid city, and he felt a palpable, if irrational, longing for all things Massachusetts.