Quotes About Longing

What do you do when the dead return? It is the thing people most fear- yet, in some cases, most desire

I never wanted anyone else, he said quietly. I know, she said. I was still in love with you. I know. She nodded. I felt it. Here? he asked. Even here, she said, smiling. That's how strong lost love can be.

Mitch, I know it hurts when you can't be with someone you love. But you need to be at peace with his desires.

I missed the crowds in those big stadiums, the flashbulbs, the roaring cheers - the majesty of the whole thing. I missed it bitterly. So did my father. We shared a thirst to return; unspoken, undeniable.

Love lost, is still love...You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory.

Seberapa banyak pun kau mengumpulkan hari-hari sepanjang hidupmu, semua takkan cukup untuk menggantikan satu hari itu, satu hari yang ingin sekali bisa kau miliki lagi.

You made me love you I didn't want to do it I didn't want to do it.… You made me love you and all the time you knew it

Once, on the balcony of a seaside villa, she said she wished she'd met him earlier in life, and he said, We're gonna make up for that. We're gonna live a long time together.

Mom?" I whispered. I hadn't said it in so long. When death takes your mother, it steals that word forever

He draped himself in her sad memory, because it was the closest thing to having her around.

Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back. What if you got it back?

We burn for water, we growl for food. But what we yearn for most is comfort. A soft embrace. Someone to whisper "It's all right. It's all right.

felt heavy all the time. My breathing was labored, my posture stooped. I worried that I was ill. I realize now this was merely the weight of love that had nowhere to go.

I collected the papers, wrapped them back in the rubber band, and felt a small grief, like a person who discovers, upon returning from a trip, that something has been left behind and there is no way now to retrieve it.

Pouco importa, disse para si mesmo. Ela está em outro lugar, eu estou aqui, e nada posso fazer por ela.

ele havia determinado que sentir falta de alguém também era, de certa forma, sentir sua presença.

It's wrong. I know, it's wrong to give up. But sometimes life just seems to be going on for such a long time." The

L'esilio più lungo è l'esilio del cuore L'unico passaggio per il ritorno è l'amore

The longest exile is exile of the heart The only passage for return is love

I did not grow up in poverty. But I did grow up with a poor boy's sense of longing, in my case not for what my family had never had, but for what we had had and lost.

Some men drink the blood of other men, all I drink is wine.

Saeed wanted to feel for Nadia what he had always felt for Nadia, and the potential loss of this feeling left him unmoored, adrift in a world where one could go anywhere but still find nothing.

Many parents were strict, and sometimes weeks would pass without us being able to meet those we thought of as our girlfriends. So we learned to savor the denial of gratification—that most un-American of pleasures!—and I for one could subsist quite happily on a diet of emails such as that which I have just described.

They finished their coffees. Nadia asked if Saeed had been to the deserts of Chile an seen the stars an was it all he had imagined it would be. He nodded and said if she had an evening free he would take her, it was a sight worth seeing in this lie, and she shut her eyes and said she would like that very much, and they rose and embraced and parted and did not know, then, if that evening would ever come.