Quotes About Longing

She waited, she knew not for what, panting, with dry, burning lips, a leaping pulse, and a fever of expectancy in all her blood.

Bending, she kissed Glawen's cheek. "Thank you for a lovely day." "Wait!" cried Glawen. "Come back!" "I think not," said Wayness, and ran off up the path to Riverview House.

I wanted it, I wanted it all. All the ardent beginnings and the confused between-times and the bittersweet dregs. All of the aches and sorrows, all of the soaring joys. All of it.

Non c'è appagamento che non sia reso più dolce dal protrarsi del desiderio.

You are a veritable poet of desire

Your goddamn bloodsucking boyfriend's been promising to change you for eight years! Jen said grimly. Wake up and smell the plasma, Beth!

In my stories, there were always things happening: in my life, nothing would ever happen.

It will get better --- I promise you. Would it? Would she ever shudder and tremble and stiffen with the ecstasy she had felt? It didn't matter. All that mattered was Lyon, to hold him in her arms, to please him --- to know that she could feel love, that this remarkable man wanted her body against his...

People don't realize how desolate you feel. How this ache never goes; it's like a weight in the middle of the body, a bad ache in the gut every single day. And the thing is, it's not simply a case of missing a person--it's missing everything that came with that person.

Memories streamed over her, and she sat up, images converging in her mind's eye, the sneaker wave of grief catching her in its riptide pull once again, leaving her washed ashore, bereft, with two deep desires: to sleep forever, or to live life for them both. "Oh

I wouldn't mind the early autumn if you came home today I'd tell you how much I miss you and know I'd be okay. It's funny how we never know exactly how our life will go It's funny how a dream can fade with the break of day. Time can't erase the memory and time can't bring you home Last Summer was a part of me and now a part is gone. —Margaret

I'm always wondering if he'll return. Sometimes I pray that he doesn't. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn't solid the way death is. It's fluid, like language. And it hurts so much...so, so much.

You are my heart as it beats within my chest, my soul as it moves through my mind. The breath in my body that so fascinates you is your essence pouring in and out of me in a wave that drowns me over and over again until I cannot breathe for wanting you. Needing you.

Whenever I see you, I am overcome with the urge to be rooted within you, to be buried deep so your body can nourish me.

But I must tell you that... he paused and his voice filled with infinite gentleness and tenderness. You are so very precious to me, he whispered against her neck. You are my heart as it moves within my chest, my soul as it moves through my mind. The breath in my body that so fascinates you is your essence pouring in and out of me in a wave that drowns me over and over again until I cannot breathe for wanting you. Needing you.

we seem to be present, we desire the same

Mi amor, íntegra imagen de mi vida, sol de las noches mismas que le robo. Su juventud, la mía, —música de mi fondo— sonríe aún en la imprecisa gracia de cada cuerpo joven, en cada encuentro anónimo, iluminándolo. Dándole un alma. Y no hay muslos hermosos que no me hagan pensar en sus hermosos muslos cuando nos conocimos, antes de ir a la cama.

grité que por favor que no volviéramos nunca, nunca jamás a casa. Por supuesto, volvimos.

Hers was the heart-hunger that has sent people of all ages in search of new thoughts and deeper perceptions.

his lost princess and his queen; but when this

Never, ever, sacrifice what you want the most, for what you want the most at that moment.

Somebody, said Jacques, your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour - and in the oddest places! - for the lack of it.

I hope that nobody has ever had to look at anybody they love through glass.

It was a gesture of great despair and I knew that she was giving herself, not to me, but to that lover who would never come.