Quotes About Longing

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around...

In the middle of the night When Im in this dream Its like a million little stars Spelling out your name

And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand, and I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said run as fast as you can. (Dear John)

And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me? And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

So i sneak out to the garden to see you, we keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew, so close your eyes, escape this town for a little while.

I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would: Drop everything now, meet me in the pourin' rain, Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain; Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile Hit me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down, Give me somethin' that'll haunt me when you're not around; Cause I see sparks fly whenever you . . . smile.

And I just wanna show you she dont even know you Shes never gonna love you like I want to And you just see right through me But if you only knew me We could be a beautiful, miracle, unbelievable instead of just invisible.

I haven't had that one great love, which is good. I don't want that to be in the past - I want it to be in the future.

I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine.

It's the sorrow you feel that allows you to crave love. Without the suffering, there would be no true pleasure. Without tears, no joy. Without deficiency, no longing. This is the secret of the human heart, Rom.

Unlike me, he didn't then segue into an endless series of whys—why, if we remain so close, if we can converse so intimately, can you not be with me?

Don't know whyThere's no sun up in the sky,Stormy weather,Since my man and I ain't together,Keeps rainin' all the time.

Pocket Poem" If this comes creased and creased again and soiled as if I'd opened it a thousand times to see if what I'd written here was right, it's all because I looked too long for you to put in your pocket. Midnight says the little gifts of loneliness come wrapped by nervous fingers. What I wanted this to say was that I want to be so close that when you find it, it is warm from me.

However much we talk about our longing for change in ourselves and the world, the actual prospect of that change, and the cost of it in terms of engaging in battle with the powers of conformity, produces some ambivalence at best. Ambivalence generates resistance. It is hard to get carried away when we're hanging on tightly to the familiar.

I was 14 in Barcelona, and when I initially went there, I didn't see my mum for six months and my dad for four months. Australia is far from Spain, but I don't remember how long or how short the days felt. I think what was most difficult for my parents was that if anything went wrong, they couldn't say, 'OK, we'll be there in a couple of hours.'

First, when I was 12, I saw a Spanish girl jumping rope. I never saw her face, but it was still the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen.

I can't speak for others, but I miss my father.

'Faithfully' speaks to me. It's about a guy who's busy with his work, always on the road, but I'm still completely into you. If you just hold on, I'll completely give myself to you. Just stick along for the ride.

I never got to know my grandparents, and I am envious of my friends who have a special relationship with theirs.

Singapore has always held a special place in my heart.

London has always held a special place in my heart.

I knew medicine only by its absence - specifically, the absence of a father growing up: one who went to work before dawn and returned in the dark to a plate of reheated dinner.

I defected to South Korea in search of freedom of speech and movement. I had longed to put my feet on this soil, even in my dreams.

Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar, where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?