Quotes About Longing

My nightmares are usually about losing you," he says.

Estimaves l'Annie, Finnick? —pregunto. —No —passa una bona estona abans no afegeix—: es va anar ficant dins meu.

The absence of water intensifies my thirst.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to reach for him across the hundreds and hundreds of miles, to send my thoughts into his mind, to let him know he is not alone. But he is. And I can't help him. Running.

Problems can be fixed. But unrequited love is a tragedy.

I've missed you so much," I whisper as he kisses my neck. "Even when I didn't know you, my soul still missed you.

In another life we are happy," I murmur, squeezing my eyes shut. "In another life we grow old together.

Sometimes the beautiful memories are the saddest ones of all" -Elias

Harlin smiles softly and steps up, wrapping his arms around me as he brings his lips to my ear. I close my eyes. "I hate every second I'm away from you," he says. "Don't ever doubt that." And then he kisses me.

I'm in love with someone else," he says. "But she's gone. And I—

Well, sweetheart. You have been missed. You've been missed dearly.

Realm swayed and put his hand over his heart, watching after her. A sharp pain from knowing that you want something you don't deserve. That you can never have again.

My body tingles for his quiet voice in my ear. If things were different, if I were different, I'd stay with him. Even leave with him. But I can't.

A sharp pain from knowing that you want something you don't deserve. That you can never have again.

She's the only girl I've ever loved. The only one I ever will. But no matter how many times I tell her, she'll never really get it. She'll never know how much I fucking love her.

Sometimes the beautiful memories are the saddest ones of all.

we all have a God-sized hole inside of us that no amount of addictions or compulsions can fill.

PÃ…â"¢esnÄ› toho jsem se bál. A pÃ…â"¢esnÄ› po tom jsem toužil.

The one good thing about not seeing you is that I can write you letters.

What is crucial is that nostalgia was not merely an expression of local longing, but a result of a new understanding of time and space that made the division into "local" and "universal" possible. The nostalgic creature has internalized this division, but instead of aspiring for the universal and the progressive he looks backward and yearns for the particular.

Nostalgia is history without guilt.

The nostalgic is looking for a spiritual addressee. Encountering silence, he looks for memorable signs, desperately misreading them.

I don't want to leave.

Como se faz para tirar um homem do coração ? É como sofrer de uma doença que não se pode curar.