Quotes About Longing

The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one's grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.

I swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.

To have you here, you mean-in reach and yet out of reach? To meet you in this way, on the sly? It's the very reverse of what I want.

Man wants little, nor that little long.

I'm not greedy. I just want one person. The world is so big and there are so many people. But I only want one.

No one wants to mother more vigilantly than a woman who is childless and wishes she wasn't.

This is the real unwritten rule: You don't want what you know you shouldn't. And I haven't just broken that rule. I have wrecked it, smashed it, and still... And still I want.

Then teach me how to not care about someone who was everything to me. All I want is to know she's okay. Is that too much to ask?

Would I ever find forever love? Do I really want to, when forever was a word without meaning?

Don't you wish we could pick the people we love?" "Yeah," I say. "Or just make the people we love want the same things we want.

I always wanted an older brother. That was my thing. My mom would be like, "What do you want for your birthday?" I'd be like, "I want an older brother."

I said to myself a long time ago that I didn't want to be that hanging-on-for-too-long, aging-rock-musician guy, and that's why I sort of got away from music.

Often, the thing we pursue most passionately is but a substitute for the one thing we really want and cannot have.

We can never have enough of that which we really do not want.

The officer looked at Daisy while she was speaking, in a way that every young girl wants to be looked at sometime, and because it seemed romantic to me I have remembered the incident ever since.

I crave time in all its duration, and I want to be myself unconditionally.

No." Mosca bit her lip and shook her head firmly. Books no longer seemed quite enough. I don't want a happy ending, I want more story.

Better than sweet tea on a veranda. I want to live at Belmont!

Joy wants the eternity of all things, wants deep, wants deep eternity.

There had been times – he was almost certain – when he'd known unmitigated joy, but so faded were they to his recollection that he had begun to suspect the fictional conjuring of nostalgia. As with civilizations and their golden ages, so too with people: each individual ever longing for that golden past moment of true peace and wellness.

Longing. Look for it, in every crowd, and you will find it. Paint it any colour you choose: grief, nostalgia, melancholy, remembrance, these are but flavours, poetic reflections.

I am not empty inside. I am not at peace.' The word seemed to startle him. 'Peace? I spoke not of peace. In absence, Korya, there is yearning.' His strange eyes focused on her. 'Do you not so yearn?

Thus,' he added with a sorrowful smile, 'the opening of my heart proves, once more, a curse. Claiming those I care for, by virtue of that very emotion. Would that I had learned my lesson long ago

False visions of the world were a child's right, not something to be resented, but neither were they worthy of any adult sense of longing.