Quotes About Longing

at first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. what we should fear and dread, of course, is that we wont stop loving them, even after they are dead and gone. for i still love you with the whole of my heart. i still love you. and sometimes, my friend, the love that i have and cant give to you, crushed the breast from my chest. soemtimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn't meant to be.

Anyone who doesn't miss the past never had a mother.

Love is what I sought. "Hunger," they called it.

Self-Portrait at Twenty" I stood inside myself like a dead tree or a tower. I pulled the rope of braided hair and high above me a bell of leaves tolled. Because my hand stabbed its brother, I said: Make it stone. Because my tongue spoke harshly, I said: Make it dust. And yet it was not death, but her body in its green dress I longed for. That's why I stood for days in the field until the grass turned black and the rain came.

Banishing the love song, people discovered what else there was to sing about.

Some days I think this one place isn't enough. That's when nothing is enough, when I want to live multiple lives and be allowed to love without limits. Those days, like today, I walk with a purpose but no destinations. Only then do I see, at least momentarily, that everything is here. — Gretel Ehrlich, Islands, the Universe, Home (Penguin, 1992)

Imagine willpower as a closed fist and longing as an open hand. Try closing your fist. How long do you think you can hold that pose? A closed fist requires a lot of attention and energy, and so does willpower. Longing is effortless; it's just there, like an open hand.

Short term goals are often based on dissatisfaction, and actions based on dissatisfaction will eventually lead to a life of unhappiness.

From things which have been obtained after having been long desired men almost never derive the pleasure and delight which they had anticipated.

And for your eyes my life takes poison slowly.

I have drunk you and my thirst survives But now I know the flavor of the cosmos

L'amour a épousé l'absence, un soir d'été;

How slow life seems to me, how violent the hope of love can be.

Passent les jours et passent les semaines Ni temps passé Ni les amours reviennent

The more a man gazes on what he loves, the more he sets fire to his heart and bastes it with bacon fat.

As long as you remember the person who loved you, and whom you still love, then you're making love endure.

Why was love such an addictive drug? Why did loving someone cause such suffering?

He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her. But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?

L'amour, tu vois, c'est comme l'oxygène, si on en manque trop longtemps on finit par en mourir. Tu m'as tellement aimée en quelques mois que j'ai eu des réserves d'amour pendant des années. Grâce à elles, j'ai pu affronter beaucoup de choses, mais j'arrive au bout de mes réserves, Martin.

Martin comprit alors que ni le temps ni la distance n'avait tempéré son amour. Mais un amour qui vous fait souffrir à en crever est-il vraiment un amour ?

What have I left,from loving you? Just my voice,with no sudden echo Just my fingers,which grasp nothing Just my skin,which seeks your hands And above all fear,of loving you still Tomorrow,almost dead. Charles Aznavour

Martin, lui, pensa à Gabrielle. Elle était son énigme, son amour et sa blessure. Pour toujours et à jamais. Car il y a des douleurs dans la vie dont on ne peut pas guérir.

Deux bolides lancés l'un vers l'autre qu'on océan sépare encore. Deux étoiles filantes qui vont entrer en collision. Des retrouvailles trop longtemps différées. Des retrouvailles dangereuses. Car l'amour et la mort n'ont que deux lettres de différence.