Quotes About Longing

I have distanced what is behind me for good reasons, And call any thing close again when I desire it.

Si em vols tornar a veure, busca'm sota les soles de les teves sabates. Amb prou feines sabràs qui sóc o què significo, però igualment et faré bé, a tu [...]. Si no aconsegueixes arribar a mi a la primera, no defalleixis, si no em trobes en un indret, prova-ho en un altre. M'he aturat en algun lloc, i t'espero.

MidÅ'n az orgona utólszor virult házunk elÅ'tt a kertben, S a nagy csillag korán lehanyatlott a nyugati égrÅ'l az éjbe, Gyászoltam, és mindig gyászolok én, amint a tavasz visszatér. Ó, örökkön visszatérÅ' tavasz! Te elhozod nékem e hármast: A minden évben kivirágzó orgonát, a lehanyatló csillagot nyugaton, És emlékét annak, kit szeretek.

Olykor aziránt is, akit szeretek, haraggal telek el, mert félek, hogy nem viszonozza áradó szerelmem, De már úgy hiszem, nincs többé viszonzatlan szerelem, így, vagy amúgy megtérül, (Valamikor lángolón szerettem valakit, és nem viszonozta szerelmem, EbbÅ'l Írtam mégis e dalokat.)

Love came to me, but it Just wasn't for me. It touched my heart and left it Lying on the shore, and Love smiled at me, but it Just wasn't for me. It glanced my way with pity, but I soon knew it had other plans. Once again my heart was broken; I was all alone to Mourn. ?Carmen, singing the reprise to Love Has Flown Away

Love came easy, but it just wasn't for me. It flew away like swallows on a summer evening. Love sang softly, but it just wasn't to me. Was I a fool to give my love, to give my soul, and more away? My heart aches with longing, cries each night, As I just fall apart. —Carmen, singing Love Has Flown Away

My little Johnnie, Because I like you so much, and because you're so far away that I can't give you a little kiss, I'm writing this letter to ask if you like me as much as I do you? Answer me immediately. A thousand kisses from your Dollie—

Not for the first time in my life I had made it to the top. For some reason this made me hanker for a chili dog with chopped onions under a blanket of processed American cheese.

It wasn't that I missed my daughter but rather that I felt her absence. It occurred to me this gentle awareness was not as painful as but even deeper than heartache.

Human connection only reminded me of what I could lose.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer; A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.

All the time, I was telling myself, just enjoy it for what it is, don't be weird, don't get all screwed up over something it isn't. The usual mantra when you're with someone who you're not really with and desperately want to be. Have you noticed how telling yourself all that shit never actually helps?

I wish I still had that photo.

It's been so long, i'm afraid to get laid now! I got so much internal pressure built up that i'd probably blow a hole in a woman the size of my fist!

And I had loved her, I had at least once in my life been capable of that, able to escape my self long enough to love. Suddenly, the unacknowledged sorrows and blunders of my life surged up in me all at once. I thought I would be sick. I gasped, put my hand over my mouth until tears began collecting on my fingers. I took my hand away and looked at it as if I had just discovered I was bleeding.

You never forget your first love.

Bryce, she whispers. What's wrong. I can barely breathe as I ask her, Do you like him? Do I... you mean Jon? Yes! Well, sure. He's nice and - No, do you like him? My heart was pounding through my chest as I took her other hand and waited. Well, no. I mean, not like that.... No! She said no! I didn't care where I was, I didn't care who saw. I wanted, just had to kiss her. I leaned in, closed my eyes, and then...

I miss school. What's wrong with me?

and in some of the people of the town and community surrounding it, one of the characteristic diseases of the twentieth century was making its way: the suspicion that they would be greatly improved if they were somewhere else.

The modern mind longs for the future as the medieval mind longed for Heaven. The great aim of modern life has been to improve the future—or even just to reach the future, assuming that the future will inevitably be "better.

I do not believe in god, but I miss him.

I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes, After the day's great sun.

Presents, I often say, endear absents.

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.