Quotes About Longing

La vie n'est qu'une longue perte de tout ce qu'on aime.

We are drawn to what we lack. No one loves daylight more than a blind man.

hasret; özlenenden uzak m? kalmakt?r? özlenen yak?ndayken hicran duyulamaz m??

A vida não passa de uma longa perda de tudo o que amamos.

Vous rappelez-vous notre douce vie, Lorsque nous étions si jeunes tous deux, Et que nous n'avions au coeur d'autre envie Que d'être bien mis et d'être amoureux! Lorsqu'en ajoutant votre âge à mon âge, Nous ne comptions pas à deux quarante ans, Et que, dans notre humble et petit ménage, Tout, même l'hiver, nous était printemps!

On passe une moitié de sa vie à attendre ceux qu'on aimera et l'autre moitié à quitter ceux qu'on aime.

Je ne vis qu'elle était belle Qu'en sortant des grands bois sourds. «Soit ; n'y pensons plus ! » dit-elle. Depuis, j'y pense toujours.

Quand je suis triste, je pense à vous, comme l'hiver on pense au soleil, et quand je suis gai, je pense à vous, comme en plein soleil on pense à l'ombre

Ah, miten mielelläni hukuttautuisin, jollei vesi olisi niin kylmää!

Si vous voulez que je m'en aille, Pourquoi passez-vous par ici ? Lorsque je vous vois, je tressaille : C'est ma joie et c'est mon souci. Si vous voulez que je m'en aille, Pourquoi passez-vous par ici ?

Qué triste está el alma cuando está triste por el amor! ¡Qué vacío tan inmenso es la ausencia del ser que llena el mundo! ¡Oh! ¡Cuán verdadero es que el ser amado se convierte en Dios!

But I was wrong and stupid. I do love you. I love you and I miss you and I hope to hell I'm not too late because I want to grow old with the man I was young with.

The idea of it, of staying here and finding a good life and a place to belong, seduced her as nothing ever had.

You are my sunlight in the dark and the ground beneath my feet. Because of you, I can survive. I hope that you can find strength in me, too, V. That because of me, you will find a way to be strong. Hold my daughter tightly tonight, and tell her that somewhere far away, her papa is thinking of her. And tell her I will return.

When you grow up as I have, a lost girl without any real past, you latch on to the people who seem to love you. At least that's what I did. It started early, my holding on too tightly and needing too much. I always craved love. The unconditional, even unearned kind. I needed someone to say it to me. Not to sound poor me, but my mother never said it.

To lose love is a terrible thing," Mom said softly. "But to turn away from it is unbearable. Will you spend the rest of your life replaying it in your head? Wondering if you walked away too soon or too easily? Or if you'll ever love anyone that deeply again?

People left, and if you loved too deeply, too fiercely, their swift and sudden absence could chill you to the soul.

There's no substitute for talking to the people you love. Thinking about them, dreaming about them, wishing things were different

More and more often they talked about the old days, back when they'd been too young to know that they were young, when the whole world had seemed open to them and dreams were as easy to pick as daisies.

Come," Sasha says again, kissing me, and I follow. I know that if I look back, I will see my body, old and withered, slumped on that bench in the snow, that if I wait, I will hear my daughters discover what has happened and begin to cry. So I do not look back. I hold on to my Sasha and kiss my lion's throat. I have waited so, so long for this, to see them again. To feel like this, and I know my girls will be okay now.

Missing him. Longing for him. Worrying about him. Those were her nighttime journeys.

The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.   —

How can I possibly fold all that longing into something as small as words?

She stayed in his arms as long as she could bear and then eased away.