Quotes About Longing

you will never lack so much of the water of comfort that your thirst will be intolerable;

PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I WANT to be thoroughly drunk and immune to hunger

The time you think you're missing misses you too.

For some, pleasure is a fever they can't shake. For others, it's a disease they cannot seem to catch.

These lands are too parched, Please rain-bless our hearts!

You left, and my heart is a ceaseless sermon of loneliness.

As I write this, I am still waiting for Steve to walk through the door.

I flew back to the States in December of 1992 with conflicting emotions. I was excited to see my family and friends. But I was sad to be away from Steve. Part of the problem was that the process didn't seem to make any sense. First I had to show up in the States and prove I was actually present, or I would never be allowed to immigrate back to Australia. And, oh yeah, the person to whom I had to prove my presence was not, at the moment, present herself.

It's very strange when the life you never had flashes before your eyes.

Blaise Pascal is usually credited with saying that there is "a God-shaped vacuum in the heart of each man." That longing will not be eliminated by the Rapture. In fact, it will be heightened by the terror of living in a world of unrestrained evil.

It is very painful to love someone and believe you cannot be with them.

First loves seldom end up being last loves,

I wanted happiness that wasn't innocence. I wanted romance that wasn't tragedy.

That's what poems are for, unlivable love." epigraph to "In Lilac-Light

Last of his toothpaste, last of his Wheat Chex, last of his 5-Quick-Cinnamon-Rolls-With-Icing, his Pop Secret Microwave Pop- corn, his Deluxe Fudge Brownie Mix next to my Casbah Nutted Pilaf on the sparser shelf, I'm using it all up. Chanting: he'd-want-me- to-he'd-want-me-to. To consume loss like a hydra-headed meal of would-have-dones accompanied by missed-shared-delight. What can I tell you?

I prayed in my heart for a real father, since the one I had been given was a failure to me. That was my deepest wish, and my deepest sorrow.

I have been her greatest foe, and she my biggest protector. Her heart is so pure, like a child's. She gives without thinking. She longs to have beautiful things, I see it in her eyes, but she always thinks of us first.

It's painful and terrible that youth is over, and with it that whole game of looking and longing and vying for attention, hoping for something, for some absolute transformation of everything. But it's also a reprieve to be let off that hook and know that you're simply in your own hands at last

Sometimes these days I almost think I can do without the present. The past is enough for me, it's enough for my life. Does that sound insane?

This tension of thwarted longing -- even when they were on their own and could do whatever they liked -- was somehow the whole character of their relationship. Sheila was always frantic for the next thing she didn't have from Neil; the sensation was as painful as wire spooled taut in her chest. She wondered sometimes what would become of them if the spool gave way and the tension slackened.

Some people accompany you like this in imagination, long after you've dropped any real connection with them

I longed to be able to gather my whole life-force into a single impulse, and transmit it to her and blow into her frozen remains the fire that was consuming me.

No deseo nada aunque lo deseo todo.

In vain did Phœbe's alabaster brow show above the horizon reflected in the sombre mirror of the river; Zamore would not bay at the moon, although such prolonged ululation gives infinite delight to creatures of his species.