Quotes About Longing

I pictured every inch of what she would look like now: the crow's-feet from smiles I hadn't seen, the softness of her belly from kids who weren't mine, all her life that I had missed written on her body in Braille for my hands to read.

She was like a reprieve; like Eurydice, gifted back to Orpheus from the darkness for a brief miraculous moment. I wanted, so intensely it took my breath away, to reach out and lay a hand on her soft dark head, to pull her tightly against me and feel her slight and warm and breathing, as if by protecting her hard enough I could somehow undo time and protect Katy, too.

I had forgotten even how to want something slow, something soft, something with wide spaces and its own sure-footed swaying rhythms.

She smelled of sweet safe things I hadn't smelt in years,

Ich habe ihn geliebt, weißt du", sagte sie. "Ich hätte ihn so sehr geliebt, wie er mich gelassen hätte, bis ans Ende meines Lebens.

The air of the squad room hurt everywhere it touched me. Lexie in dim gold light on the screen was a dark lake I could high-dive into, she was a thin-ice river I could skate away on, she was a long-distance flight leaving now.

he had been lost somewhere in the wild borderlands of nineteen, half in love with his friends with a love passing the love of women, desperate for some mystical rite that would reverse time and put their disintegrating private world back together.

It was beautiful. 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.

You'd have brought her the moon.

Today has gone on long enough.

For as long as I could remember, a part of me had been waiting for the day it would happen; with the cunning that comes to people whose minds have been stripped to one desire, she picked the only day we weren't waiting for.

I don't think about my parents much. I've only got a handful of memories, and I don't want them wearing away, textures rubbing smooth, colors fading from overexposure. When I take them out, once in a blue moon, I need them bright enough to catch my breath and sharp enough to cut.

and I wanted this girl who was like no girl I had ever known, wanted her not in spite of her moods and her secret bruises and her sad attempts at artifice but because of them, because of them all.

Cal doesn't think about Donna constantly, the way he did at first-- it took months of dogged work, blasting music or reciting football lineups out loud like a loon every time she came into his head, but he got there in the end. She still crops up from time to time, though, mostly when he runs across something that would make her smile. He always loved Dona's smile, quick and complete, sending every line of her face flying upwards.

When he goes weak is when she takes him by surprise like this, on an innocent fall morning, blooming right across his mind so fresh and vivid that he can almost smell her. He can't remember why he shouldn't pull out his phone, Hey, baby, listen to this. Probably he should delete her number, but they might need to talk about Alyssa sometime, and anyway he knows it by heart.

I will draw you back to me. You shall see. By a chain of stars.

Och, mo cridhe... nighean mo ruin,

Craving burrito so much that I can't move or breathe

People who were gone only lived on in your memory if you had memories. Why hadn't she held on tighter?

At any moment throughout the day, if you find yourself driven by wanting, the question, what does my heart really long for? will help you reconnect to the purity of spiritual yearning. By pausing and asking yourself at any moment, "What really matters? What do I most care about?" you awaken your naturally caring heart.

Prayer is the voice of longing; it reaches outwards and inwards to unearth our ancient belonging.

it was true that i wanted to be in a romantic relationship with someone 'out there.' it was even more deeply true that the communion i longed for was available in that very moment. if i remained awake to this communion, desires might energize and guide my attention, but they wouldn't blind me to the fullness and beauty that are already here.

Remembered pain tightened his mouth into a grim line. The weeks he'd spent looking for her had left permanent scars on his heart.

Who can ever hold the essence of fire? Who can ever know the alchemy of desire?