Quotes About Longing

Lust on this scale was rare: it seemed a crime to waste it.

Sis, you said in your last letter that you did not know as you ever would sees me again, that may be the case, but I hope not. At any rate you must not think that untill you are ablidge to, and if it shood be the case I am in hopes that we may meat hearafter wheir their is no way, but let ous both hope for the best. It will be time anough to get downhearted when the worst has com.

The sailors say the rain misses the cloud even as it falls through light or dark into the sea. I miss her like that as I fall through my life, through time, the chaos of our time. I dream she is alive even now, but there is nothing to give weight or value to that, it is only me, and what I want to be true. It is only longing. We can want things so much sometimes. It is the way we are.

Maybe home for some is always the one they lost.

It is a sharp, cold life though, my darling. For a woman, for a man, without a hearth at the end of day for warmth. Without love to carry you outward and home.

Perhaps as often as we dream of things we wish might come to be, we dream of what we wish had been otherwise. We are carried forward through time, but our minds take us back.

We are the total of our longings [...]

Heimthra' was the word used for longing: for home, for the past, for things to be as they once had been. Even the gods were said to know that yearning, from when the worlds were broken.

Life let you have what you wanted. But life was like a storekeeper who put up a sign saying "Buy now, pay later," and tempted you into buying so much that you were in debt for years

just hope I get to see her again someday. She's the only human I've ever loved.

Writing to you like this is the same as saying your name when I've woken up late, feeling sick, tasting rot. It's pointless, but it happens.

I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, and each latch and lid I bid, Be firm till I return from hell. I am very hungry. I am incomplete. And none can tell when I may dine again.

Life's aim, if it has one, is to be always looking for temptations - and there are not nearly enough of them, I find. I sometimes pass the whole day without coming across a single one. It makes one so nervous about the future.

The peach-out-of-reach in the adjacent orchard is always more alluring than the apple on the ground in one's own.

porque las mujeres quieren mucho tiempo después de que han dejado de respetar lo que quieren.

I will wait for you forever.

I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.

When you went away, you left me nothing but the sun-bleached world. You did not even leave me a heart to bleed with. I found I was standing there with no body, and so no voice for calling you.

sometimes I wait for you at the exact edge of the jetty where we left each other. Sometimes I disappear into an unconscious hole and lie there silted up in stories having nothing to do with the vigorous immediacy of our epic.

I never said to you: come back. Each time that you left forever, I lowered my head and looked at your left hand, I looked at the white carpet in front of the divan on which we were sitting, I didn't say the word, there is no circumstance, then I raised my eyes and looked out the window at the world that was moving away with the solemn slow pace of an ocean liner

Writing to touch with letters, with lips, with breath, to caress with the tongue, to lick with the soul, to taste the blood of the beloved body, of life in its remoteness; to saturate the distance with desire; in order to keep it from reading you.

The world was already growing old, and everywhere men were fondly dwelling on her faraway youth.

Every day lasts a year. I never enjoy anything. And every morning when I wake up I dread having to face the world again.

I have never been able to use that soap since. Scents are too evocative and the merest whiff jerks me back to that first night away from my wife, and to the feeling I had then.