Quotes About Longing

Oh Irina, there's so much life for us. Is there? I feel I have no life. There's nothing in front of me but a black wall.

How could it be that I had actually kissed her cheek without enveloping her, without becoming her? How could I at that moment have refrained from kneeling at her feet and howling?

It is the long still moment of dreamy suspended passion before the spinning clutching descent.

It's terrible that one doesn't love people forever.

But the spark vanished, there was no longed-for recognition, no dawning sign of recovery. The love she had learnt in tending him was an enclosed love, muted and maimed, already mourning. They would never communicate now.

I've felt so sad for years about you. My love for you has always had a sad face.

Only sometimes at night when I think that you live now and are somewhere, I shed tears.

It was all very simple. I just loved her. I couldn't stop. I haven't stopped. Oh God.

I'm falling in love with you again, most terribly in love. I've never been out of love with you, never for a second.

But she felt that she had to see him or she would die.

Some inner organ would give way, her heart would literally break, if she did not see him soon.

Oh Christ, if I could only have some happiness.

And what is love anyway? Love's all over the mountain where the beautiful go to die no doubt, but I cannot attach much meaning to your idea of such a long-lasting love for someone you lost sight of so long ago. Perhaps it's something you've invented now.

Oh why is she going away just when I want so much to be with her! She is the answer to the riddle of my life.

Theo wanted to call him back. But then he thought, oh let him go, there's no mending a fruitless love, it just has to be endured.

She had dreamed of a separated man, a sad austere secluded man, a man with a great sorrow, an ascetic. She was a moth that wanted to be burnt by a cold cold flame.

He wanted to take her in his arms, he wanted to be utterly revealed to her, he wanted her to understand.

I must return to my freedom which I now realise is something so essential that it makes my love for you seem like death.

One morning, one day, perhaps soon, she would come to him and find him gone; and she knew how much she did not want to see him die, and yet how much she also wished that he might die holding her hand. These thoughts induced tears, which he must not see; and she tried not to think too much about the terrible mystery which was to be enacted . . .

But my wants are huge, my desires are rapacious, I want love, I want the splendour and violence of love, and I want it now, I want someone of my own.

A great sword pierced Sefton's heart. She too had loved Lucas with her own kind of deep secret love, and it seemed to her in this moment that, if he had asked her, she would have gone with him anywhere.

Year after year he wondered if he should go back and year after year felt it all recede from him past hope, past endeavour . . . He could not find his way back there.

It is evening. The sea is golden, speckled with white points of light, lapping with a sort of mechanical self-satisfaction under a pale green sky. How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life.

Why did I ever leave them, what was I fleeing from? What spoilt scene that I could not then endure?