Quotes About Longing

we are all waiting for the luminous hands that will reach for us in the night, the eyes that will witness our pain, the voice that will whisper the possibility of a different truth.

Some days after, the girl encountered her again, in a dream, as she was years ago: a very slender young woman in a long white skirt, her amber hair to her waist, her eyes coal black with ardor.

We can talk about it, dream about it and dissect the fine print. In the end, only action satisfies our longing.

Chasing after what we want only results in more wanting, not in satiation.

the most real presence of all is the abscence of those we love.

Llueve copiosamente sobre mi cara y sólo pienso en tu lejano amor mientras cobijo con todas mis fuerzas, la esperanza.

Per me, non meno che per lei, più del presente contava il passato, più del possesso il ricordarsene. Di fronte alla memoria, ogni possesso non può apparire che delusivo, banale, insufficiente...Come mi capiva! La mia ansia che il presente diventasse "subito" passato perché potessi amarlo e vagheggiarlo a mio agio era anche sua, tale e quale. Era il "nostro" vizio, questo: d'andare avanti con le teste sempre voltate all'indietro.

E adesso erano lì, di nuovo l'uno di fronte all'altra, e lui non poteva fare a meno di continuare a guardarla, come se i suoi occhi volessero insinuarsi dentro di lei.

Amor mi fa parlar, che m´è nel core gran tempo stato e fatto n´ha su´ albergo

There are those who have a desire to love, but do not have the capacity to love

E il nonno li aspettava come un'anima del purgatorio, cogli occhi alla porta, sebbene non ci vedesse quasi, e li andava toccando, per accertarsi che erano loro, e poi non dice più nulla, mentre gli si vedeva in faccia che aveva tante cose da dire, e spezzava il cuore con quella pena che gli si leggeva in faccia e non la poteva dire.

Le cadeva addosso una malinconia dolce come una carezza lieve, che le stringeva il cuore a volte, un desiderio vago di cose ignote.

Di me ricordo solo che esultavo amandoti.

Non sono mai stato tanto attaccato alla vita

In the middle of the night, with his father and brother asleep, and his mother having an adventure, he felt fits of longing for places he'd never been, places he couldn't describe, and he wondered if there were anyone else like him in the world, awake and catching glimpses of the unknown. He wondered if he were truly related to his family, or if instead he had dropped among them, a changeling.

You can't live in dread of something for long without beginning to crave it.

Nicotine and alcohol embraced in my system like long-parted siblings, grateful to me for reuniting them.

For the love of Mary, I get it, she's got a nifty twat. Tell me what I need to know and you can go up there and try'n get back into it.

She revisited sex now as a ruined project she couldn't entirely give up on.

We stayed like that, him watching me crying, for as long as we could stand it. Then he took a couple of paces away. The room needed a window for him to go to and look out of. I could feel the grammar of the moment demanding it.

That was the treachery of suffering. It took you to the point from which you thought death must follow, then let you know it could hold you there indefinitely. That was when you stopped fearing death and started wanting it, praying for it, begging for it.

We're hanging around waiting for this to not seem so painful when the fact is it's only going to get more painful the longer we hang around.

I will come back to you. And you will come back to me. Wait for me.

More than anything, Natalie wanted to move to the bed, take Sophie's hand, sit beside her.Lay her head against her shoulder. But she didn't dare. Or maybe just couldn't. Fear. Friendship. Desire. Regret. Remorse. Longing. Hunger. Terror. It was getting so hard to tell the difference between any of those things. If she'd ever been able to. If anyone really could.