Quotes About Longing

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

Ne vem, iz kakšnega daljnega ?asa mi prihajaš ?edalje bolj naproti. Tvoje sonce in zvezde te ne morejo za zmeraj skriti pred menoj. Marsikakšno jutro in ve?er je bilo slišati tvoje stopnje in tvoj sel je prišel v moje srce in me skrivaj poklical. Ne vem, zakaj je danes moje življenje tako nemirno in mi srce prešinja ob?utek trepetajo?ega veselja. Kakor da prihaja ?as, ko naj kon?am svoje delo, in v zraku ?utim rahel duh tvoje blage navzo?nosti.

Aku lari bagai musang lari dalam bayang-bayang rimba, gila dengan wanginya sendiri. Malamnya malam pertengahan Mei dan anginnya angin selatan. Aku kehilangan jala dan aku pun mengelana. Aku mencari apa yang tak bisa kudapat, aku mendapat apa yang tak kucari.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

I almost forget that she still hates me, despite how hard I've fallen for her. And I've fallen. So hard. I've hit the ground.

She stretched her arms towards me without moving from the spot, as if there were a fence preventing her from getting any closer. I rushed over and embraced her and she clung to me as if she were drowning.

I want to live with you someday. I don't need a reply. That's just how i feel. It's just...now, i finally have the freedom to feel that way.

just for once i want a love that feels like plunging my flushed cheeks into deep soft snow

I wish to experience the sort of love That compels the dipping of my burning face in softly piled snow.

The thing is, I am so lonely I can hardly breathe.

Lord, let us not hold tight to those earthly things we long for lest You be torn from our grasp.

Å, som hun savnet de svale, tåkete morgenene hjemme i Irland. Lukten av regn og gress, havet som slo inn mot de svarte klippene og den beske lukten av brennende torv i ovnen. (...) Velda tvang bort de forræderske tankene på Irland. Hun visste de bare dukket opp i svake stunder, og hun visste at hun ville følge mannen sin til verdens ende - selv om det var varmt som i helvetet og dobbelt så ubehagelig.

Aurelia sto i enden av rullebanen, synet av flyet som lettet var tåkete, og altfor raskt var det bare en ørliten prikk på himmelen. Gud være med deg, hvisket hun. Så knyttet hun neven mot himmelen. Og du har å komme tilbake, Jack Withers, brølte hun. For vi er ikke ferdige med hverandre.

sometimes it's the one thing we've never had, but have wanted for so long, that has the power to disappoint us the most.

She looked at him for the longest time, and he sensed she wanted to tell him something, so he kept quiet, giving her ample opportunity. She finally stood on tiptoe and kissed him, high on the cheek, about as far away from his mouth as she could get. But that was okay. She'd kissed him. It was a start. And he'd take it.

The Rebel's bad attitude is a form of protection Take a look at J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye. Holden Caulfield has just been expelled from his prep school for academic failure. Bright and sensitive, he narrates his story in a cynical, jaded voice. Holden longs for a beautiful and innocent world. He cannot bear the hypocrisy of the those around him; his attitude is an attempt to protect himself from pain and disappointment.

Only when in the sun do you miss the shade.

Hope is really just desire disguised, just desperation, aching, dressed up like a prayer.

I love beautiful; always have. I never saw why I should hate what I wish I had. Love it harder. Work your way closer. Clasp your hands around it tighter. Till you find a way to make it yours.

I weaned myself on the nostalgia equivalent of methadone (less addictive, less obvious, less likely to make you crazy): missing what I had never had.

If I had to get there without friends, I could do it. Had been doing it. I'd never met anyone who brought me somewhere I wanted to stay, looked at me and saw someone I wanted to be for good; anyone who was worth giving up the more I wanted down the line.

I watched her on the stand in that unfamiliar suit and thought of the soft hairs at the back of her neck, warm and smelling of the sun, and it seemed an impossible thing to me, it seemed the vastest and saddest miracle of my life: I touched her hair, once.

I'd never met...anyone who was worth giving up the more I wanted down the line.

I loved him, you know,' she said. 'I would have loved him as hard as he'd let me, for the rest of my life.