Quotes About Longing

I want someone to look at me the same way I look at chocolate.

All people with healthy physical appetites have a sweet tooth somewhere in their heads.

Alas! thou talk'st like one who never felt Th' impatient throbs longings of a soul... A lover does not live by vulgar time: Believe me, Portius, in my Lucia's absence Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burden; And yet, when I behold the charming maid, I'm ten times more undone, while hope and fear, And grief, and rage, and love, rise up at once, And with variety of pain distract me...

I missed Darlene so much that it felt like a fever.

As we all crave something to protect, so we long to feel ourselves protected. We are all infants before the Infinite...

With the lengthening days which distinguish the third month of winter from its predecessor, come ardent desires for spring, and longings for the time of birds and flowers. An adventurous swallow too early flying from the south, a vision of snowdrops in the snow, a day of April warmth lit by a slant February sun, are all hailed with pleasure as harbingers of a more gracious season on its northland way.

But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger.

Love stabs at loss with pangs of past happiness.

Missing you isn't just an empty void — it's what-ifs and questions and endless thoughts and bittersweet memories and runaway feelings and emotions that can't get a hold on anything physical so just slip and slide around my mind, and hide and re-emerge.

Our heart is like an unfinished puzzle — that is why we search for the perfect one to complete it.

Bad as I like ye, it's worse without ye.

Walking, working, barely breathing My thoughts, far away Heart aching, mind racing Sleep does not come easily, nor last long...

My heart has cried a deep red grief since you've been gone, pulsing crimson pain.

They say that time heals all wounds, but all it's done so far is give me more hours to think about how much I miss you.

Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart!

You flew off with the wings of my heart and left me flightless.

I still read the books to-day, but never again shall I read them with that old glory of youthful passion when I harked to the call from over and beyond that whispered me on to win to the mystery at the back of life and behind the stars.

Lanciò un'occhiata all'amico che leggeva la lettera e vide i libri sul tavolo. Nei suoi occhi apparvero nostalgia e avidità, come l'avidità appare negli occhi dell'affamato alla vista del cibo.

Why this longing for Life? It is a game which no man wins. To live is to toil hard, and to suffer sore, till Old Age creeps heavily upon us and we throw down our hands on the cold ashes of dead fires. It is hard to live.

Old longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom's chain; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain.

He lighted a cigarette, and in the curling smoke of it caught visions of his English mother, and wondered if she would understand how her son could love a woman who cried because she could not be skipper of a schooner in the cannibal isles.

Per cinque anni udì soltanto una parola gentile, ricevette una sola carezza, e non capì di che si trattava.

Ho più fame di te che di cibo

Bidarshik sempre viajou para lugares distantes - interrompeu Zilla em tom de orgulho. - Ser verdade - assentiu Ebbits gravemente. - E sempre regressou para se sentar ao lume e ansiar lugares distantes e desconhecidos.