Quotes About Longing

I think about you constantly, whether it's with my mind or my heart.

I gave way to a wave of home-sickness that almost shames me now when I recollect it. I find it impossible in cold blood, and at this distance, to put into words the longing that shook me. I have forgotten the pain in the neck, but never will I forget the pain in my heart.

If you looked down to the bottom of my soul, you would understand fully the source of my longing and – pity me. Even the open, transparent lake has its unknown depths, which no divers know.

if I could have caught up from the earth, the whole of the flowers of the earth, if once I could have breathed into myself the very golden crocuses and the red, and the very golden hearts of the first saffron, the whole of the golden mass, the whole of the great fragrance, I could have dared the loss. — H.D., from "Eurydice," Collected Poems 1912-1944 (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1982)

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Can you show how you missed me?" The baby placed both hands on her stomach, saying "Miss you here.

Would that thy love, beloved, had less trust in me, that it might be more anxious!

we are much fonder of the pictures of those we love, when they are at a great distance, than when they are near to us.

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

To quench that thirst, Ward would become a human

I'm not trouble at all. I'm just a guy trying to get a girl to give him the time of day. I'm like every song on the radio.

I only know that since he left, My life's so empty. Though I try to forget, It just can't be done.

There's no such thing as adventure. There's no such thing as romance. There's only trouble and desire.

One boy's footprints are not long in being lost in the snow, in the steadily falling snow of the shortest day, the longest night; they are lost as soon as they are made. And once again the heath is clothed in drifting white. And there is no ghost, save the one ghost that lives in the heart of a motherless boy, till his footprints disappear.

It had been a while since Mina had been properly hugged. Not since her sister. Mina sat at the kitchen table as memories flooded back.

I hope you'll stay. I hope you'll stay. But I would leave me too, if I could.

How strange to write about "having" when for so long I've drawn inspiration only from longing?

My mouth tastes like all the things I should have said. I don't want to be this way, but I have been since you left.

You weren't there.

Desire is an attempt to fill the void

We live in a fast-food culture, in which we are led to believe that we need to have everything now; it is a culture that causes people to lose a sense of a future worth waiting for.

Desire is an attempt to feel the void.

I glance at the exit across the room. I want out. The bird in my chest is crashing up against its cage. I can feel the heavy thump, thump, thump of its feverish body inside and I open my mouth, not to speak, but to let the bird out so I can breathe.

Unni will come, if not today, then tomorrow. Today is nearly gone, but other todays stir fecund in the word tomorrow, many other todays when this one has lapsed from existence. And because I think of Unni, invoking his name in this for ever recurrent today, already he is here for me." - The Mountain is Young