Quotes About Longing

I wish I could do that, it whispered. I'd like to bring them out of books, touch them, all those characters, all those wonderful characters. I want them to come out of the pages and sit beside me, I want them to smile at me, I want, I want, I want...

Then she was gone, and Violante was already missing her as the door closed. 'So?' she thought. 'Is there any feeling you understand better? Losing people and missing them -- that's what your life consists of.

They had exchanged sad stories, although both of them longed for one with a happy ending.

O ja, auch das hatte Elinor inzwischen begriffen: dass die Sehnsucht nach Büchern nichts war im Vergleich zu der Sehnsucht, die man nach Menschen haben konnte. Die Bücher erzählten von der Liebe, und es war wunderbar, ihnen zu lauschen, aber sie konnten nicht ersetzen, wovon sie erzählten.

Heavens, what a plague love was! Anyone who claimed otherwise had never yet felt that wretched trembling of the heart.

The most painful aspect of exile was how home became a dream, cleansed of all that was bad. One never returned to the dream one had nurtured over centuries, but to a reality that would always look shabby compared to the romanticized memories.

La sete di storie diminuiva se si poteva viverne una?

You'd like him back, too, wouldn't you? It was difficult for her to turn her eyes away from Farid's face. He'll never come back, she whispered, and look at Dustfinger. She didn't have the strength to speak any louder. All her strength was gone, as if Farid had taken it away with him. He had taken everything away from him.

Sie war so froh, das Jacob gekommen war. Und wünschte sich so sehr, er hätte sie nie gefunden.

Losing people and missing them — that's what your life consists of.

Didn't she feel, deep down inside, that her longing was sapping her strength and her appetite, even her pleasure in books? Longing.

Oh, er vermisste sein gemasertes Gesicht und seine heisere Stimme. Er vermisste ihn ganz besonders unter all diesen weichhäutigen weißen Gesichtern.

A longing for books was nothing compared with what you could feel for human beings. The books told you about that feeling. The books spoke of love, and it was wonderful to listen to them, but they were not substitute for love itself.

There's things I remember and things I forget. I miss you; I guess that I should.

The truth is that abandoned dog following you over sea and land, baying from barren clifftops, never tiring and never quitting, forever pining after you—and the day will come when that dog is on your porch, scratching insistently at your door, forcing you to claim it once again.

What does the breathtaking view of the ocean mean without you?

Du bist gerade erst gegangen und schon erscheinen unsere gemeinsamen Orte so viel schöner und bedeutungsvoller. Wieso wolltest du all das nur hinter dir lassen? Was rede ich, meine Welt ist doch nicht bedeutungsvoller, sondern leerer. Was nützt der atemberaubende Blick aufs Meer schon ohne dich? Gar nichts.

I wish, I wish I wish' wished Wish

THE SPELL OF LOVE DENIED

Where do you want to go, my heart? Anywhere - anywhere, out of this world.

Maybe it's the instinct of every immigrant, born of necessity or of longing: Someplace else will be better than here. And the condition: if only I can get to that place.

You can come back one day. Or I could come there. Maybe. I could find you. Finding is for the things that are lost. You don't need to find me, Mayor.

and I thought how liking a boy was just the same as believing you wanted to know a secret - everything was better when you were denied and could feel tormented by curiousity or loneliness. But the moment of something happening was treacherous. It was just so tiring to have to worry about whether your face was peeling, or to have to laugh at stories that weren't funny.

I'd think, One of the times she leaves will be the last time I see her. It destroyed me. I didn't want us to have a last time, and that was how I realized I'd fallen in love with you.