Quotes About Longing

But what if you wanted them more than you wanted a singular, powerful you? No one ever talked about that.

I've never begged. not for anything... except my mother's love.And that was a useless waste of time.

The words "I love you" burned in her, desperate to be given voice. BUt even more, she wanted to hear the words, to be told, just once, that she was loved.

I let the bad times overwhelm me, and I ran. It wasn't until I'd gone too far to turn back that I remembered how much I loved your father, and by then it was too late. For all these years, I've been left wondering, 'What if?' " What if?

Unlike me, Bobby will never know the nagging ache of an absent father; he will have the loss of his mother inside him, like a thin shadow on a bright day, standing close, but he won't have that dragging sense that he was unloved, somehow, unworthy

What she thought, over and over again, was if only.

Cuando sus labios la rozaron, todo cambió, o cambió Isabelle. Una ola de deseo la recorrió, le cortó la respiración. Se sintió perdida y encontrada en sus brazos, rota y vuelta a unir. Las palabras «te quiero» la quemaban por dentro, desesperadas por ser pronunciadas en voz alta. Pero todavía ansiaba más oír esas palabras. Quería que le dijeran, solo por una vez, que era amada.

With all the risks they were taking, love was probably the most dangerous choice of all. Or maybe she was wrong, and he wasn't here, had never been here, watching her, waiting for her. Maybe she was just a silly girl longing for a man who didn't want her, standing alone in an empty street.

There is something worse than kissing the wrong person. It is wanting to.

She wanted to say "Don't leave me," but she couldn't do it, not again. She was so tired of begging people to love her.

It hurts so much to love you.

she hardly missed him. In fact, she didn't miss him at all. She missed the idea of him. She missed a second plate at the dinner table, another body in this bed that seemed to have enlarged in his absence.

Beyond that, she had never had great impulse control. Maybe because she'd never had anything to lose. Now, she knew what it meant to be afraid, to want something - or someone - so much it made your heart ache.

something you wish you'd

from me I couldn't give. He pulled away from me, or

But what if that was exactly what you wanted: everything?

I think its just human nature to wish that the people who are gone from our lives are going to come back.

Perhaps that was what it was like to love someone deeply: to feel that no matter how many moments together you were granted, there would never be enough.

Yearning for a life you don't understand is like staring at the sun. Your foolishness will destroy you.

Je reviendrai à toi. I will return to you.

was what it was like to love someone deeply: to feel that no matter how many moments together you were granted, there would never be enough.

The word choice was strange, but I nodded, because she was right. It was inconvenient to love someone who would never love you the same way, because it held you back in life. It tied you to something you could never have.

Meanwhile I was trying to stave off the ache I'd developed. I noticed it first at the airport, coming home from a trip. There was a crowd on the other side of customs, holding flowers, the little kids dressed up and excited, waiting for their loved ones, who were returning home. I hated walking past that gauntlet of waiting people, because none of them were waiting for me. I stood in the cab line and felt the weight of my aloneness come down on me.

Whoever said that loss gets easier with time was a liar. Here's what really happens: The spaces between the times you miss them grow longer. Then, when you do remember to miss them again, it's still with a stabbing pain to the heart. And you have guilt. Guilt because it's been too long since you missed them last.