Quotes About Longing

Suck e'm long, suck e'm hard

They stared fondly at each other, remembering simpler days of unclouded idealism. Goodrich shook his head. "Solomon, you son of a bitch! What are you doing here?" Mark smiled exasperatedly, almost defensively. "I've been lonely for my family. Then I heard you were back. That did it. I came down.

Goodrich eyed his parents with growing awareness. "How did the police find him?" "I called them." They peered into each other's faces for a long, mute moment, Goodrich pondering absently that he was looking into a mirror that reflected how he himself would appear in another forty years, if he somehow managed to survive the insanity that Vietnam had brought him and live that long.

Were you truly happy in that memory? Was it as romantic as it appeared years later? And did you only yearn for it once life got harder and you wanted to escape back to a time when your new problems didn't exist?

Find Sister Caroline…And she's tired—She's weary—Go down, Death, and bring her to me.

The man who has not loved before he was fourteen has missed a foretaste of Elysium.

That old sweetheart of mine.

Frankrijk is mooi, de wereld is mooi, maar ik wil het niet zien. Niet zonder jou.

He smelled like sweat and sex and Sean, a potent combination that made her want to hold him here inside her and never let him go.

She couldn't deny him anything. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra, leaving breasts completely bare to his stroking hands. Her mouth sought his, licking, sucking, leaning into his touch as she tried to tell him without words how much she wanted him, needed him. How desperate she was for his touch, how she'd needed him, needed this, all along and hadn't even realized it.

Like punch through the brick wall he'd built around himself and give in to the sudden, desperate urges to touch, to taste, to feel. Krista Fucking Slater. Of all the women in the world, why was she the only one who managed to remind him he was still alive in a way no one had been able to in three long years?

I would never blame anyone for wishing for something more from this life.

My love life since I moved to New York from Chicago has been like a desert. I've had tiny little interactions of love, like finding shallow pools of water to drink from, and then I've moved on, hoping that I've stored enough love and affection and excitement to get me to the next place.

I've never been in love. Isn't that shame? Not knowing how it feels like.

Her father there, her mother here. A universe-sized gap between them.

Time will make it worse! You're...the other half of his soul. He's never going to get over you. And no matter how much you hope that you will... you'll never get over him. You're going to wake up one day and realize what you've done, and you're going to regret the time you wasted apart from him for the rest of your life.

I'm going to kiss you now, and I don't know if I'll ever stop.

Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.

She still talks to me now, only now she talks to me in my dreams. And I can't wait to go to sleep tonight because we have a lot to talk about. I love you.

my only complaints are two: that I didn't make myself ready for you sooner in life, that I can't give you better, Love you more.

In my Dreams i'm with You in real Life I cannot Get You. In mijn dromen ben ik met Jou maar in het echte Leven kan ik niet met Jou zijn.

De muze moet je bed niet genaken, maar ze moet een hersenschim blijven waar je achteraan jaagt, een onbereikbare Dulcinea.

When you're sixteen or seventeen meaning can be anywhere. A drop of rain running down the window is a symbol, a song comes on the radio just when you longed for it, you have the same initials as the boy for whom you're sick, secret messages await you in poems. It's like living in a net of logic, of systems of words and significance.

This stream of watching made what was watched wanted.