Quotes About Longing

The dark hair and dark eyes made her think of a Brontë-hero, Heathcliff or Rochester, she wasn't sure.

A year is a century when you're waiting for love.

Era a única coisa que sempre tivera; e tendo, precisava; e precisando, tinha medo de perder.

His life, he thought, would've been easier by far if she'd never come into it. Then he sensed her, turned, saw her standing outside his bedroom door, that short halo of hair still damp from her shower, her eyes deep and a bit sleepy yet before her coffee.

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Wanting is easy, but loving is terrifying.

As pessoas que dizem que o sexo não tem importância, pensou, só podem ter falta dele.

While she would have loved to

Give me one of those chicken tits.

He'd said he was in love with her. And that just filled her up and emptied her out again. It made her want to shake, it made her want to weep. It made her want to hold onto him as if her life depended on it.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and, ah, how old is my heart. —WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

When I think of a lover who would touch more than my body, I think of a

You came for me.

I mean, I'll have everything I want here when you are. So, yes, absolutely yes.

I've been so unhappy without you. Maybe it'll help to know I haven't had a decent night's sleep since you left. It does. Her lips curved when he laughed. I hope you suffered. And I'll remind you of how much you suffered the next time you try to decide what's best for me. He combed his fingers through her hair. I'm what's best for you.

he looks at you like you're the last chocolate bar on the shelf and he would die without a chocolate fix.

I guess, really thinking about it, I always assumed when you missed someone , it was tangible...something real you could grab and hold on to, but it's a not-there feeling.

Jean Paul Sartre: "I needed God . . . I reached out for religion, I longed for it, it was the remedy. Had it been denied me, I would have invented it myself.

There are some things even God cannot do. He cannot force anyone to freely accept Him. Forced freedom is a contradiction in terms. This is why Jesus said, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing. (Matthew 23:37) So the only way God could literally destroy all evil is to destroy all freedom.

In the three minutes it takes the song to play I'm caught in a magic world of harmony and joy, a truly ecstatic joy, where the aching longing to be somewhere else, out of this city, out of this country, out of this body and out of this life, is kept at bay.

He was going to take in, possess the whole of the world. Aussie Aussie Aussie, Oi Oi Oi? Fuck off. He wanted more.

I want fake love. But that's all I want, and that's why I can't have it.

One of the minor tragedies of human memory is our inability to unwatch movies we'd love to see (again) for the first time.

songs deliver an amorphous, irrefutable interpretation of how being in love is supposed to feel, and people find themselves wanting that feeling for real.