Quotes About Longing

She knows, every part of her knows, that she wants to kiss him. That he wants to kiss her. All of her skin prickles with longing. Her insides fizz. (The Lady and the Fox)

If one day I was taken away...would you wait for me to come back?" Concerned moved across his face. "Where are you going?" "Just tell me, please. I need to know, without telling you anything else." "No." I swallowed and blinked back tears. "I'd go after you," he said.

A lifetime of yearning unwound before him like some lost and endless highway.

She was staring out a window and he was taken, as he had been in the bookstore, by her length and line.

She looked at his young face, so full of concern and tenderness; and she remembered why she had run away from everyone else and sought solitude here. She yearned to kiss him, and she saw the answering longing in his eyes. Every fiber of her body told her to throw herself into his arms, but she knew what she had to do. She wanted to say, I love you like a thunderstorm, like a lion, like a helpless rage; but instead she said: "I think I'm going to marry Alfred.

He couldn't keep his eyes off her face, wished she'd take off those damned sunglasses so he could see the eyes he'd known so well.

You see, there's some blues for folks ain't never had a thing, and that's a sad blues ... but the saddest kind of blues is for them that's had everything they ever wanted and has lost it, and knows it won't come back no more. Ain't no sufferin' in this world worse than that; and that's the blue we call 'I Had It But It's All Gone Now.

Brides and babies and strong dark men and intellectual and sensual women and the prospect of wide-open spaces to populate with humanity had always made her weak at the knees.

All kinds of experiences can make you feel good for a time: your favorite food, chocolate, partying, a great book, music that you love, watching your favorite baseball team win a game or having an intimate evening with your lover. You can make your own list. But when the hormones subside and the morning breaks, you may still feel as unfulfilled deep down as you did before the party started. You may be happy for a time, but sustained happiness depends on having a deeper sense of fulfillment.

Like a bird, like a squirrel, you longed for the woods. How you must have envied me! Ah my sister, you will leave for a distant place before the day ends, are you truly going alone? Ask me to come with you.

If you want something,but you can't have it for now. Hold it, wait for the time and somehow, someday you'll get a chance that if you really want it you could have it.

Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.

Traveling at night toward the stars, I thought yet again how very far away they were, and how you could travel your whole lifetime and never reach even the closest one. But even if you knew you couldn't have something, it didn't stop you wanting it. I wondered if Kate was to be my star, and I'd spend my life gazing upon her but never reaching her.

Konrad had gone to the New World without me, and no matter how fast I ran westward, how close I kept to the sunsets, I would never catch up with him now.

The animal I wanted Couldn't get into the world I can hear it crying When I sit like this away from life

I want to buy me a hat with a golden feather & a book with the confessions of God in it

Making love with you Is like drinking sea water. The more I drink The thirstier I become, Until nothing can slake my thirst But to drink the entire sea.

Görünürde bir müzisyen iyi çalman?n peÅŸindedir ama asl?nda neyin peÅŸindedir? Ä°ster övgü olsun ister yakar?, her ÅŸark? sevgiliye daha çok baÄŸlanmak içindir. ... Çünkü insan neye özlem duyduÄŸunu bilmese de özlem hâlâ varl???n? sürdürüyor.

You are still in love with her. No. But I think I'm in love a little with the memory of her.

I don't imagine I'll ever get over missing him, Raymond said. Some things you don't get over. I believe this'll be one of them.

Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae black and bare, sae black and bare, The desert were a paradise, If thou wert there, if thou wert there.

But a new kind of life, one that she had longed to know as a child, opened up to our mother when we left. Over endless late-night phone conversations, she sympathized with our bureaucratic dilemmas, asked about our new friends and reminded us to eat well and sleep plenty.

One who could hunger could starve.

I am a miser of my memories of you And will not spend them. When they were anticipations I spent them And bought you with them, But now I have exchanged you for memories, And I will only pour them from one hand into the other And back again.