Quotes About Longing

My heart sobbed a lament that was hard to ignore.

At times, my nostalgia for our family life as it used to be--for our own imperfect, cherished, irretrievable past--is nearly overwhelming.

I'm jealous. I suppose, having been with him for decades, we can understand the Earl's feelings.

Why won't you go away?" "I have a mission. So why? Why do I…long so…to be with you?

The very…thought of him…is making me shake!

Earl…why? Why do you want Allen so badly?

Allen…I don't want to fight you. I miss you…and want to see you…but at the same time I don't. Please…at all costs, avoid us.

I'll keep walking so I can…see you again someday.

That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

Before you tell me how we shouldn't be doing this—" did she dare say what she was thinking? "—I want you to remember how it felt when we were together, because I know you'd like to feel that way again." His hands tightened at her waist and his entire body hardened against hers. She drew back enough to see his face and caught her breath at his expression. Desire and want, need. Not sexual but…the need for closeness, for a connection. For her.

Oh, it's no crime to want and need somebody to love and to be loved by and to go and do what you need to do to have that, but its certainly a pity when you want it so badly you'll let it be anybody.

The man in her dream would ride up and surprise her on his horse…saying her beauty pierced such a great place in his heart.

I know Scarletta is getting a itch way down deep and low where a coloured boy cannot afford to reach to scratch.

I half closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I'd ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I'd see it was Tommy, and he'd wave, and maybe even call.

I half closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I'd ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I'd see it was Tommy, and he'd wave, and maybe even call.

I'll push it down... Down into the deepest part of my heart, so no one will see it. If I crush it, maybe it'll eventually go away. That's what I hope for every day. But what can I do? I don't really want to lose this feeling at all.

What was it about not knowing a person that allowed you to wonder whether she might be the answer to all your problems?

It is a terrible and exquisitely human irony that children inadequately nurtured almost never give up on the breast. The thirst for love from a mother or father who cannot provide it is seemingly unquenchable. I have treated sixty- and seventy-year-old business executives, politicians, and physicians still desperate for approval from shriveled, emotionally barren men and women in their eighties and nineties. (257)

The most merciless thing in the world is love. When love flees, all that remains is memory to compensate.

Look here, sir, what is it you really want out of life? Urb? Snorthwinger? Oplozzies? There must be some chink in your implacability!

There are people who live their entire lives and never know this kind of love.

You were going to travel for love, without shoes, or cloak, or common sense. This is one of the things a woman can do when her lover leaves her. It's hard on the feet perhaps, but staying at home is hard on the heart, and you weren't quite ready to give up on him yet.

The boy is loved. The loved one suffers. All loved ones suffer. Love is not enough to prevent this. Love is not enough. Love is enough. The thing that you wished for. Was this it?

Part of you is always traveling faster, always traveling ahead. Even when you are moving, it is never fast enough to satisfy that part of you.