Quotes About Longing

Only Gracie knew what it was like to wake up at night and feel how cold sheets can get on the empty side of a bed.

looking off at the past as though it were a place one might still get to

It was getting harder and harder to be around her without touching her, kissing her, making her his once and for all.

No matter how many women I've kissed over the years, your lips are the ones that still haunt me.

Maybe Cod will grant me a year or two longer with my sweet mother and father and all those I love before I am sent into cruel exile. Many

Instead of blue skies and sunshine, there are grey clouds and endless rain that seeps into your bones, your soul.

Godlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I see her...

Nothing is left of me Each time I see her

I think I wished for you all of my life.

Truth is, something that I thought was perfect was taken away from me, and I never wanted perfect again. I wanted middle of the road, stuff I didn't care about so that I couldn't lose anything I really loved ever again.

She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone.

Not like a heart, which let people in without permission, held them in a special place she never had any say in and then yearned for them to remain there longer than they planned.

I missed her, the idea of her.

She never seemed to be truly happy; she just seemed to be passing time while she waited for something else. She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live.

are you saying that the feeling of searching for a missing sock is like searching for love ?

Holly smiled weakly. Gerry would know exactly how she was feeling, he would know exactly what to say and he would know exactly what to do. He would give her one of his famous hugs and all her problems would melt away. She grabbed a pillow from her bed and hugged it tight. She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone. And the depressing thing was that she couldn't imagine ever embracing anyone the same way again.

Love was one of those feelings that you could never control.

nobody understood that no amount of makeup, fresh air or shopping was going to fill the hole in her heart.

I can't even think about what life "could have been" like in Boston, without crying. It's like deja-vu, I don't think me and Boston were ever meant to be.

I am hungry for something to do, somewhere to go.

But even in her laughter there was something missing. She never seemed to be truly happy; she just seemed to be passing time while she waited for something else. She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live.

The cold, like the darkness, can become a deceptive comfort you never want to leave.

You had heard of a caterpillar that couldn't turn into a butterfly. And you would like to examine how it would feel to be denied such a beautiful thing. You would like to know how it feels for the caterpillar to watch other caterpillars transform while all the time knowing he would never have that opportunity.

She longs for him to be here, but knows it was she who walked away from him. It's her fault he's not here.