Quotes About Longing

There was something inside her that longed to be desired, to be cared for and protected, to be listened to and accepted without judgment. To be loved.

Sie entsann sich, wie sie an einem heißen Julitag unter dem Baum gesessen hatte an der Seite von jemandem, der sie mit solchem Verlangen angesehen hatte, daß nichts sonst Bedeutung hatte. Und in jenem Augenblick hatte sie sich zum ersten Mal verliebt.

All that she could think was that she needed him. She needed his arms around her, needed him to hold her and whisper that they'd find a way to be together. pg. 383

el viaje más largo: la vida.

Tout à coup, j'eus une révélation: voilà ce que je voulais. Je voulais Natalie, et pas juste ce soir, mais pour une vie entière de jours et de nuits comme celle que nous vivions à cet instant.

Throughout my remaining days in New Bern, I wondered what she was doing at any given moment and where she was. I no longer felt complete, as if part of me had been hollowed out, leaving only an aching void. Before Natalie, I used to believe that with love, anything was possible. Now I understand that sometimes love isn't enough.

Au trecut patruzeci de ani si pastrez inca vie in mintea mea ziua aceea. Se poate sa fiu mai batran si mai intelept, este posibil sa fi trait o alta viata, dar stiu ca atunci cand imi va veni ceasul, amintirile din ziua aceea vor fi ultimele imagini care mi se vor perinda prin minte. Inca o iubesc si nu mi-am scos niciodata inelul de pe deget. In toti acesti ani, n-am simtit niciodata dorinta sa o fac.

No necesito a nadie —susurró él con la voz rasgada.

Sapeva che lei avrebbe sempre rappresentato il meglio di lui, la parte che avrebbe sempre anelato a conoscere.

la nuova versione vibrante, in carne e ossa del passato che non lo aveva mai abbandonato. Più di una volta una versione più giovane di Amanda gli era comparsa in sogno e si chiedeva se quei sogni sarebbero cambiati in futuro. Che aspetto avrebbe avuto lei? Non lo sapeva. Sapeva solo che stare qui con lei lo faceva sentire completo, in un modo che pochi potevano capire.

Supongo que todavía anhelo la clase de amor que compartimos aquel verano.

Si de verdad existe un lugar llamado Cielo, nos volveremos a encontrar, ya que no hay Cielo sin ti.

De no habernos conocido, creo que mi habría sabido que mi vida no era completa. Y que habría viajo por todo el mundo en tu busca, anque no supiera a quién buscaba

It was tangible and real, close enough to allow me to dream of moving back to North Carolina; on the other hand, it unfortunately made time slow down. Isn't that the way it always is when you really want something?

The heart wants what it wants.

How would it feel, I remember wondering, to be always together, yet forever apart? It is ironic, of course, because I know that answer now. I know what it's like to be day and night now; always together, forever apart.

By that point, our adventures were long behind us, but for me it was more than enough, for the longest ride continued.

But as he shook her hand and met those striking emerald eyes, he knew before he'd taken his sext breath that she was the one he could spend the rest of his life looking for but never find again.

Hmmm. I want some... uh... pancakes... and some bacon... and pickle

But the pain of the no more outweighs the gratitude of the once was. Will it always be so? I didn't know how much I loved him until he was gone. Is love like that?

So what he's saying is that the most natural state of being is not a state of being where you're enjoying the thing you're doing, it's when you're hoping for the next thing.

You know the way Jesus rips open his shirt to show us his heart, all flaming and thorny, the way he points to it. I'm afraid the way I'll miss you will be this obvious.

And it isn't that I'm so unhappy I don't want to live anymore. That's not what it feels like. It feels more like I'm tired and bored and the party's gone on too long and I want to go home. I feel flat and there doesn't seem to be anything to look forward to, so I'd rather call it a day.

The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives.