Quotes About Longing

Air is free. Someday I will be, too, though not soon enough. There doesn't

I wanted to be wanted. And for the past dozen years I've known firsthand what it's like to be sought after. It's funny how when you get what you've always longed for, sometimes the reason you wanted it no longer exists.

We were both shattered. We were broken people who longed to be whole. We thought it was love that was driving us to do what we did. But it wasn't love. It was fear. We were both too afraid of ending up unwanted and unneeded.

I had what my own life hadn't given me.

I would have fallen in love with you anywhere.

What we rarely see receive is a picture of adulthood that represents it as the ideal it should be. (...) What better way to keep people longing for childhood than to paint a picture of adulthood no right-minded soul could ever want?

At this point I realized it was just as well that I never saw a ghost orchid, so that it could never disappoint me, and so it would remain forever something I wanted to see.

To desire orchids is to have a desire that will never be, can never be, fully requited. A collector who wants one of every orchid species on earth will certainly die before even coming close.

If you had really loved something, wouldn't a little bit of it always linger?

It would remain a story without end, like a suspended chord in the last measure of a song - that singular, dissonant, open sound that makes you ache to hear something more.

If you had really loved something, wouldn't a little bit of it always linger?

Sometimes what wishes do...especially the big, big wishes, is churn up all the confusion and longing that sloshes around forever inside of you.

If I had the wings of a swan, over these stony hills I would fly. I would fly to the arms of my true love, and there I'd be happy to die.

I wonder where love really is. Good feelings. Happiness. They're someplace, I know. I feel that. But without Father and Mother, how do I get there?

My library is an archive of longings.

When I asked him what he meant by desire, he answered, "I mean wanting something very intensely and with longing—having something that you want to get and that you don't want to live without, so that you become willing to alter existing habits and conditions, so that they become less important than getting what you want.

Blood calls to blood; charm calls to charm. It is the way of the world. Come close and tell us your dreams. --The Mermaids

it was the smidgen of sadness that, at least for me, always accompanies happiness. The disquieting underbelly of loss that comes with getting something you badly want. The thing I'd always understood, even before my mother got sick, was that anything started will inevitably end, anything loved will be lost.

I don't want to go home," he said, as if he were telling the truth at last. I wondered in sudden detachment if I would at last find out what it was that he wanted from me.

It's like trying to remember a dream," I said. "It's in me somewhere." "I wish I were in you somewhere," he said. To my surprise, I was a little disappointed. Too easy, I thought. "Where are you instead?

I wanted to see his face. He could see mine.

Nowhere could I find peace.

The love withheld is always the love we long for most.

U životu svakog muškarca postoji samo jedna žena s kojom može posti?i savršeno zajedništvo, a u životu svake žene samo jedan muškarac s kojim se može osje?ati potpuno. No me?usobni susret, sudbina je koju dožive samo rijetki. Svi ostali prisiljeni su živjeti u stanju nezadovoljstva i trajne sjete.