Quotes About Longing

When he woke, she was gone. He lay for a long while looking up at the tent roof, wondering how much he cared. He needed company, although he was never wholly comfortable with it; he needed a woman, although he was never wholly happy with one. He wanted to talk, although he knew most talk was an admission of non-communication.

Where did your long hair go?Where is the girl I used to know?How could you lose that happy glow?Oh Caroline, no.

Death was like love, a romantic escape.

I believe we all have one true love, somewhere in this world I do.

Our love is strong. Why carry on without me?

Everytime I try to fly, I fall Without my wings, I feel so small; I guess I need you baby And Everytime I see you in my dreams, I'll see your face, It's haunting me, I guess I need you baby

But maybe this is what happens when you hate someone for so long: the person you hate dies, but the hate stays with you, to keep you company.

Some of the books I'd read had told me that love is fleeting; some of the other books I'd read had told me that love is eternal. But they were wrong. Love isn't either of those things. Love is not wanting the thing you love to ever end.

Maybe that's the problem with being someplace beautiful: it makes it impossible to live anywhere else that's not.

Love is not wanting the thing you love to ever end.

Because when you say you miss someone, you also mean you miss the way you were before you started missing someone.

Love is not wanting the thing you love to ever end. I was in love with A Fan's Notes, just like my dad was. And I was in love with my dad, just like I was in love with A Fan's Notes. I wanted both of them to last forever.

If you're gonna leave, I wish you'd just leave. Why do you keep coming back if you're not going to stay? Because even when you're gone, you're never really gone... I won't get over it if you keep coming back. Losing you once was hard enough. And now you're here again and everything's coming back. I'm going to get screwed. And I can't do it again.

Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.

In the long run, our most deeply held desires will govern our choices, one by one and day by day, until our lives finally add up to what we have really wanted most--for good or otherwise. We can indeed have eternal life, if we really want it, so long as we don't want something else more.

I think I would be happy in that place I happen not to be, and this question of moving house is the subject of a perpetual dialogue I have with my soul. Baudelaire, 'Any Where Out of this World!

in becoming human, man had acquired, together with his straight legs and striding walk, a migratory 'drive' or instinct to walk long distances through the seasons; that this 'drive' was inseparable from his central nervous system; and that, when warped in conditions of settlement, it found outlets in violence, greed, status-seeking or a mania for the new. This

Luster, bring me home.

That sense of loss grew within the humans who had been left behind, left to live without unicorns. Even the ones who had never seen a unicorn, never heard of a unicorn, felt the passing of something sweet and wonderful. It was as if the air had surrendered a bit of its spice, the water a bit of its sparkle, the night a bit of its mystery.

Hearts grow hard and weary. Pain spreads, and joy diminishes. Those who hated you hate you still, but those who loved you, or would have loved you, or wanted to love you but never had the chance, are being scraped hollow by a loss they don't understand. Come home. Please come home. We are withering without you.

That sense of loss grew within the hearts of the humans who had been left behind, left to live without unicorns. Even the ones who had never seen a unicorn, felt the passing of something sweet and wonderful. It was as if the air had surrendered a bit of its spice, the water a bit of its sparkle, the night a bit of its mystery.

The struggles I endured as a child are what allowed me to recognize and care about pain in others. The validation I longed for as a child is what I see other people longing for just as intensely.

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

Desire is an end in itself: it seeks only more desire, not fixation on a specific object.29