Quotes About Longing

He stood slowly and took her in his arms. She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.

The smile he gave her was slow in forming, and when it came, she felt pain constrict her chest. Memories came at her in waves, surging over the breakwater she'd built in the isolated years. Him sweeping her into his arms, twirling her around; picking her up from a fall, dusting her off, whispering, Not so loud, my little terror, you'll wake your maman Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Elsa had made a point of never seeing them or speaking to them again, but even so, their absence caused an ache that wouldn't go away. Apparently you couldn't stop loving some people, or needing their love, even when you knew better.

It was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.

Forever. That's how long we'll have an empty place at the table.

He stood up slowly and took her in his arms. She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.

Onu özlüyordu. Onu ar?yordu. Onun için endiÅŸeleniyordu. Bunlar onun gece yolculuklar?yd?.

Beni b?rakma, demek istedi ama yapamad?. Bir daha olmazd?. Ä°nsanlara onu sevmeleri için yalvarmaktan çok yorulmuÅŸtu.

KeÅŸke geri gelseydi... KeÅŸke hiç gitmeseydi... Anlam?yor muydu? Ondan baÅŸka kimsesinin olmad???n? anlam?yor muydu? Onsuz bu dünyan?n ürkütücü, tuhaf, soÄŸuk, yaln?z ve boÅŸ bir yer olduÄŸunu anlam?yor muydu?

Leni's heart would always have a broken place. It didn't matter how you lost a parent or how great or shitty that parent was, a kid grieved forever. Matthew grieved for the mother he'd had. He figured Leni would grieve for the dad she wanted.

She sat there a long time, talking to her daddy as if he were sitting right beside her.

His mouth fit hers perfectly, just as it had so many years ago. It started out soft and gentle, that first kiss after so many lost and lonely years. She clung to him, kissing him with everything in her, as if she could draw that essential spark of him into her very soul, as if she could have some piece of him to take away from this magical ride. The

Get what?" she asked, but she didn't want to hear. "That every time we kiss, it's good-bye.

June slipped away from Michael; days fell like rain, disappearing in the ground at his feet.

Stolen time became the engine that powered her world; on weekends, when hours without Matthew stretched out before her, she felt an almost unbearable need to leave the homestead, run to him, find a way to steal just ten more minutes. The

again. If he could just fall out of love with her, what

Isabelle couldn't look away. She was angry at him—she knew that, felt it—but as he came toward her, that anger dried up and blew away like dust beneath the longing that mattered so much more. Their gazes met, held; and then he was past her, reaching for the doorknob, going outside. The door clicked shut behind him.

He is my home," her mother said, shaking her head. "How will I live without him?

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.

Ä°nsanlar giderdi ve eÄŸer çok derinden, ÅŸiddetle severseniz onlar?n ani ve h?zl? gidiÅŸleri ruhunuzun derinliklerine kadar ürpermenize neden olurdu.

We remember the missing as much as the lost.

There will be days -- even years from now -- when the missing will be so sharp it takes your breath away.

She knew now what she hadn't known before, hadn't even suspected: she would do anything, suffer anything, to be loved, even if it was just for a night.

They had history together, after all, and she couldn't help loving him still. In spite of everything, all the pain and heartbreak and anger he'd left in his wake, when she closed her eyes at night, she missed him beside her, missed the sound of his breathing and the hope she'd felt that one day he would really love her.