Quotes About Longing

Ran out of things to say, metaphors for you. Why the ocean's clear instead of blue, why mountains in the distance had reminded me of you.

Losing someone doesn't scare me. Death doesn't scare me. What scares me is the inability to no longer feel the touch of the one you love.

I write so I don't call you.

Maybe we ran out of words, maybe we don't know what to say, maybe we both want to go our separate ways, maybe we want to speak up but we're afraid. All I know is this feeling isn't fading away.

Suffer not yet our eyes to hunger for your face.

I see you in every passing moment.

When I lost you...my world darkened beyond any known shade of black, and the only light that I have seen since is you...

If it doesn't sound insane, I would only talk about you and the only word which would come out of my mouth, will be your name.

Oh God, let me not be cured of love, but let my passion grow! Let me love for love's sake!

I am dead to you, but you are living in me.

What would I do to possess her? Would I change my cellular structure? Turn my back on my identity?

I can't help what I dream.

Sitting relaxed with his back against the trunk was a boy, almost a man. And he seemed so glorious to Winnie that she lost her heart at once.

And then his throat closed. For it was there. He had wanted it to be there, but now that he saw it, he was overcome with sadness.

Le pire n'est pas que l'on se brûle, mais que le feu s'éteint.

Can you feel this He flattened her hand on his chest. His heart thudded rapidly against her palm. It always does this when you're near me. When you're not, I'm looking for you, feeling something missing. I'm not whole when you're not around. It took being with you again to discover how empty my life was without you in it. - Brady Fitzpatrick

She was strength and power and so many things he'd pretended for twelve years he didn't miss, didn't need.

Can you feel this? He flattened her palm on his chest. His heart thudded rapidly against her palm. It always does this when you're near me. When you're not, I'm looking for you, feeling something missing. I'm not whole when you're not around. It took being with you again to discover how empty my life was without you in it. - Brady Fitzpatrick

There are indeed all sorts of men/ who visit here: those who want/ nothing but to talk or hear the soft tones/ of a woman's voice; others prefer/ simply to gaze upon me, my face/ turned from them as they touch/ only themselves. And then there are those,/ of course, whose desires I cannot commit/ to paper.

By all appreciable signs, they loved; they had looked love, with eyes that conveyed the holy secret from the depths of one soul into the depths of the other, as if it were too sacred to be whispered by the way; they had even spoken love, in those gushes of passion when their spirits darted forth in articulated breath, like tongues of long-hidden flame; and yet there had been no seal of lips, no clasp of hands, nor any slightest caress, such as love claims and hallows.

But year after year that summons, unheard but felt, was disobeyed. His one secret thought became like a chain binding down his spirit and like a serpent gnawing into his heart.

My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire, I longed to kindle one!

I want my happiness! . . . Many, many years have I waited for it! It is late! It is late! I want my happiness!

She could scarcely forgive him--least of all now, when the heavy footstep of their approaching Fate might be heard, nearer, nearer, nearer!--for being able so completely to withdraw himself from their mutual world--while she groped darkly, and stretched forth her cold hands, and found him not.