Quotes About Longing

Nostalgia is a seductive liar.

You perhaps now know that desire reduces us to pulp.

Hell, Madame, is to love no longer.

Hell, madam, is to love no longer.

Ô maudite enfance, qui ne veut pas mourir !

We ask for our daily crumb of love. We are given a ton for eternity, which is death.

Il y a donc des amours pareils à ces fruits de la Mer Morte qui ne vous laissent à la bouche qu'un goût de cendre impérissable.

What I mean is, like you to have everything you want. Wished it was me, and not Jack, that's all.

In stories, especially those told by loved ones, there was always some blind spot, a momentary gap, a weak point, incomprehensible sorrow, longing for something lost or that had never taken place, which pulled me inside, into the dark galleries of the unspoken. There were such secret galleries and corridors in every story.

I wish so much to go that I almost wish I had never been there.

Thou hast made us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless until they rest in Thee."11

Perhaps it is not surprising, then, that we do the same with our deepest longings for God. God does not always come to us in the pleasant ways we might expect, and so we repress our desire for God. When

We can't all be like him, or his brother, or Helms, or the rest of those people.' 'No,' she said sadly. 'But I wish to God we could be something else.

literature and opera are full of characters who die for love: i stay alive for her. - Excerpt from "No Longer A Teenager

I was like one who forgets all day to eat until the scent from some other's roasting pan reminds her she's ravenous.

We do not wish ardently for what we desire only through reason.

There can be no peace of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything by a fresh starting-point for further desires.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into at night. I miss you like hell.

Love cannot accept what it is. Everywhere on earth it cries out against kindness, compassion, intelligence, everything that leads to compromise. Love demands the impossible, the absolute, the sky on fire, inexhaustible springtime, life after death, and death itself transfigured into eternal life.

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.

The joys of meeting pay the pangs of absence; else who could bear it?

Don't you remember sweet Alice Ben Bolt? Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown; Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembl'd with fear at your frown!

English I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!

All to myself I think of you, Think of the things we used to do, Think of the things we used to say, Think of each happy bygone day, Sometimes I sigh, and sometimes I smile, But I keep each olden, golden while All to myself.