Quotes About Longing

It had been an indisputably good time, but now I felt empty. Like there was something I didn't even know I wanted until I didn't get it.

He seemed like someone I'd always known even if I never saw him again.

As I passed them, I felt the presence of my mother so acutely that I had the sensation that she was there; once I even paused to look around for her before I could go on.

I want someone special. I want to be loved and to receive love; to have someone there for me. My hunger for this is so great that I fear it's too much to ask anyone for. I'm afraid that if the volunteer coordinator did go out with me, I'd share all this with her at once, and though she'd be compassionate, she'd be scared off because she'd perceive me as needy.

Each of Dermoût's sentences came at me like a soft knowing dagger, depicting a far-off land that felt to me like the blood of all the places I used to love.

We are all savages inside. We all want to be the chosen, the beloved, the esteemed.

I never forgot you, even after all these years," she told me. "I'm so proud of you," I said, squeezing her shoulder. "I made it," she said. "Didn't I?" "You did," I said. "You absolutely did." I never forgot her either. Her name was Desiré.

Life is a bitch when the only woman you can think of belongs to someone else.

Sometimes you know that no one can replace the person you love, and your heart will never be the same.

Se soubesse como gosto das suas cheganças, você chegaria correndo todo dia.

When the boy is growing he has a wolf in his belly.

The desire in our minds is as real as the thirst in our throats.

@AnonymousVoyeur, tweet, 2012

I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, and not my love to see...

Half of my heart is deployed.

Missing someone gets easier every day because even though it's one day further from the last time you saw each other, it's one day closer to the next time you will.

What anguish gushes from the heart The quivering lip will tell, When "two fond souls" are call'd to part And far from each other dwell.

When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars And shout into the ridges of the wind. Streets coming fast, One after the other, Wedge you away from me, And the lamps of the city prick my eyes So that I can no longer see your face. Why should I leave you, To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?

In melody divine, My heart it beats to rapturous love, I long to call you mine.

I've fallen in love many times — always with you.

Criminal Minds, The Dance of Love: "Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing."

The stars, like many other things, are only romantic from a distance.

As a child she'd kept a copy of Evangeline in her pocket. She'd go down by the riverside and read it until she cried her eyes out... She thought the two words — primeval forest — that's often in that book, were the two most beautiful words in the English language.

The time you think you're missing misses you too.