Quotes About Longing

When the boy is growing he has a wolf in his belly.

I'm crazy in love with you, Ryan. It's fireworks and Fourth of July. I want...I want to stay. I want to stay here.

Haven't you heard a word I've said?" She kissed Luke softly on the lips, then whispered, "There's only you." She smiled, her lips still pressed firmly against Luke. I feel like I've been waiting for you my whole life.

You attract what you need like a lover

He was in love with me. Or rather, he yearned to be me. Which is, perhaps, the most instantaneous and absolute characteristic of love.

Amami, per Dio. Ho bisogno d'amore, amore, amore, fuoco, entusiasmo, vita

L'uomo è infelice perchè è incontentabile.

My thoughts are drowned, and shipwreck seems sweet to me in this sea.

Il piacere umano (così probabilmente quello di ogni essere vivente, in quell'ordine di cose che noi conosciamo) si può dire ch'è sempre futuro, non è se non futuro, consiste solamente nel futuro. L'atto proprio del piacere non si dà. Io spero un piacere; e questa speranza in moltissimi casi si chiama piacere.

e il naufragar m'è dolce in questo mare.

Oh in youth, when hope has a long road ahead and the way of memory is short, [15] how sweet it is remembering what happened, though it was sad, and though the pain endures!

Solo il mio cor piaceami, e col mio core In un perenne ragionar sepolto, Alla guardia seder del mio dolore. Seul me plaisait mon coeur, et d'être enseveli Dans un échange éternel avec lui, Siégeant à la garde de ma douleur. (il primo amore, le premier amour)

Cuando ni siquiera me era grata, huyendo del placer, la sonrisa de los astros, el silencio de la aurora o el verdear del prado. Hasta de la gloria callaba amor ahora, y si en otro tiempo me inflamaba tanto, hoy sólo de la belleza era morada.

io mi sentiva il cuore molto molle e tenero, e alla cena osservando gli atti e i discorsi della Signora, mi piacquero assai, e mi ammollirono sempre più; e insomma, la Signora mi premeva molto... Diario del primo amore

Quasi incredibil parmi Che la vita infelice e il mundo sciocco Gia per gran tempo assai Senza te sopportai ; Quasi intender non posso Come d'altri desiri, Fuor ch'a te somiglianti, altri sospiri. Parfois je ne puis croire Que cette vie misérable et ce monde sot, Sans toi, si longtemps, Je les aie supportés ; Et je comprends à peine Que vers d'autres désirs Sinon pareil à toi, d'autres soupirent. (Il pensiero dominante, la pensée dominante)

Nanny had thought she might lose the child from her grief. At night when she rolled over in the bed and went to drape her leg across Gabriel's, finding him gone, the ache in Nanny's chest moved up to her throat, then down to her womb.

How cruel that she had really seen him, touched him. That he had been real, not another phantasm drifting greyly among the trees, a little gasp of loneliness from her afflicted mind. But a beautiful face, and a voice not merely familiar but in her bones. The Ridgerunner was gone, and she could still smell him on her hands.

The one real woman you want just doesn't exist. She's a dream you have to live with. Reaching, reaching, reaching - but never touching.

The Book of Eights' emphasis is on overcoming any longing for any form of future rebirth.

A lonely man thinks of nothing but friendship, just as a repressed man thinks of nothing but flesh.

The implication of her turn of phrase, as Matthew knew, wasn't to be taken seriously. But, like all sufferers from unrequited love, he had ceased to be particular. The words had been said. For that he was grateful. For his nocturnal reveries, for the postmortem of each day that he conducted night after night, it was all that mattered.

Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars.

The longing she saw that even now danced between them with nowhere to go.

I am longing to show him my love, but not by doing what is wrong