Quotes About Longing

Kids chase the love that eludes them.

But a desperate heart will seduce the mind.

I am in love with Hope.

Sometimes, love brings you together even as life keeps you apart.

Lost love is still love.

Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father's love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there.

You don't miss things. You miss people.

Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well.

So often, we push away the voices closest to us. But once they're gone, we reach for them.

I didn't want to forget him. Maybe I didn't want him to forget me.

O amor perdido não deixa de ser amor. Apenas assume uma forma diferente. Não conseguimos ver o sorriso da pessoa amada, ou levar-lhe comida, ou mexer-lhe nos cabelos, ou rodopiar com ela numa pista de dança. Mas quando esses sentimentos enfraquecem, há outro que se sublime. A memória. A memória torna-se nossa companheira. Alimenta-nos. A vida tem um fim. Mas o Amor não.

He did not know that the child who had asked for yesterday was now seeking to own tomorrow.

With Marguerite, he wanted only time—more and more time—and he was granted it, nighttimes and daytimes and nighttimes again.

Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.

He had his time measures and he had her. That was his life. For as long as he could remember, it had been that way, Dor and Alli, even as children. I do not want to die, she whispered. You will not die. I want to be with you. You are.

I see your face in every flower, your eyes in stars above, it's just the thought of you, the very thought of you, my love…

Sunflowers waiting for the sunshine. Violets just waiting for dew. Bees just waiting for honey And honey, I'm just waiting for you!

You see, here's my theory: Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father's love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there.

First loves often remain in the heart, like plants that cannot grow in sunlight.

Going back to something is harder than you think. I don't suppose I could have broken my mother's heart any more if I tried.

Please make it yesterday, when Papa came home.

There was no one she wanted to see more. There was no one she wanted to see less. Why? she whispered. Why are you here? The winds blew, he said.

We could look out our windows and still see your face, still hear your voice on the wind. But where do we look for you now?

He used the haunting phrase, "Alas for what has been lost.