Quotes About Longing

From ev'ry single window, I see your face. But when I reach a window there's an empty space.

Half an ear cocked, something in me, all night, every night, is waiting for you to come home.

Take me home, he said silently to Graff. In my dream you said you loved me. Take me home

That is longing: To dwell in the flux of things, To have no home in the present. And these are wishes: gentle dialogues Of the poor hours with eternity.

I saw Sonora before me, so otherworldly, so desolate, some cast-out mistress on the pale blue planet, and longed suddenly to stay.

Warm, enticing scents were floating down, basil and oregano and tomato. It made Wes long for something, something he couldn't place. A happy childhood, a home.

I'd like to get back home to Nova Scotia more, but thankfully, with technology you can call and text and FaceTime. But physically being in Toronto or Nova Scotia... there's nothing like it.

I think a lot about when times were simpler, when I was still dancing and living with my parents. I really miss living at home sometimes. I get really sad.

And I said, 'That last thing is what you can't get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.

Then in the interest of full honesty, I really wish you'd kiss me right now.

Come make me sticky. Dimitri to Honor

The sea will grant each man new hope, and sleep will bring dreams of home.

I guess I'm still holding on to something that I know will probably never happen, because somewhere deep down inside me, I have this little piece of hope that someday, it will.

Addiction beggins whith the hope that something 'out there' can instantly fill up the emptiness inside.

Barcelona is my home and I hope that I stay here for many years.

You're everything I hope for. You're everything I need. You are so beautiful to me.

I've flown across America, I've scaled fences, I've stood under windows and gone out of my way hundreds of times. I'm a hopeless romantic. There's no hope for me.

Without hope we live in desire.

Art is longing. You never arrive, but you keep going in the hope that you will.

I truly hope the future will bring me something to feel nostalgic about, because there's really nothing much so far I can remember fondly.

I love the nostalgic myself. I hope we never lose some of the things of the past.

Love is only one fine star away.

Still desiring, we live without hope.

If I should be so blessed as to revisit again my own country, but more especially Manchester, all that I could hope or desire would be presented before in one view.