Quotes About Longing

Marriage can't always be about living your best lives in sync. Because some of the peak moments of a marriage are when you share in your insecurities, your anxieties, your fears, and your longing.

My disappointment had a clear source. I would try to make things perfect and I would fail, over and over again. I couldn't just love someone and be loved back. That was too easy. That didn't feel right. I was more familiar with dissatisfaction. I was more at home with longing. As I moved me things into that dusty, tiny, haunted house, I looked around and thought, "This will never be enough." It was exactly what I wanted.

Sometimes you don't know you'll miss a place until you're gone.

Looking out over the water, I spotted him right away,straddling his board. He was only a dot, but I would have known him anywhere.I thought of the shape of his hands,the hollow at the base of his spine,the way my heart had never stopped skipping a beat at the sound of his voice, and I realized it was the kind of loss- because I knew now that the thing I wanted more than anything in the world not to go fully wrong could- from which I would never fully recover. And I'm not sure I ever fully have.

I'd run my whole life long to reach you; paddle my way across Atlantic and Pacific; traverse Jungle and Desert to find you; climb cliffs and drop from the sky to rescue you. Anything to be close to you. Any way to say I love you.

Even an angel stolen from heaven could not replace my love for you.

The love I feel when I hold your heart grows bigger and stronger even when we part and ripples through each galactic part until we meet again and you pick up my crushed heart. I will never let your love go.

The way that I miss you is like heavy rain drenching every inch of my body, and when I am dry again and forget you I miss missing you, until tears fill my eyes and I blink too fast to remember you until your face flashes before my eyes.

Your love satisfies me like a desert of oasiss.

If there was one thing responsible for ruining lives, it was love.

I truly missed my parents. I wanted to miss them. It was the only way I could love them, a crazy cocktail of longing and pretending and absence and hope.

I stand there for a moment, resting my head on his chest and breathing him in. I wish I were bold enough to kiss him in public.

Reader, nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name. —Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux

They say it is what you never imagine can be lost that is hardest to live without.

I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy...

It's not the having that matters to you, am I right? So you can imagine living your whole life beside me, in a state of unfulfilled desire, and that's acceptable to you because it is desire itself that gives you joy.

Oft in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shown Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken. (from When the Splendor Falls by Laurie McBain)

The sweetest thing I've ever known was like the kiss on the collarbone, the soft caress of happiness, the way you walk, your style of dress, I wish I didn't get so weak, oh baby just to hear you speak, makes me argue just to see how much your in love with me

If I had not kissed anyone, or danced with anyone, or had a reason to cry, the music made me feel as if I had gone through all that anyway.

Touch me, he thought, my arm, my hand, a finger. Let me know it's all right for me to have these feelings for you.

Y cuando nos separamos, es otoño en mi corazón.

You...you loved her, didn't you, Pa?" Theodore sighed, and kept staring at the horses' rumps. "Oh, I loved her, all right," he answered. "A man sometimes can't help lovin' a woman, even if she's the wrong one.

Entonces, dijiste algo que nunca olvidé. Dijiste que estar con él hacía la vida más significativa, y que cuando se iba, llegaba el otoño a tu corazón.

Dímelo otra vez —pidió, insaciable. —¿Qué? —lo provocó. —Ya sabes qué. Dímelo. —Te amo. —Otra vez. Tengo que oírlo una vez más. —Te amo. —¿No te cansarás nunca de que te pida que me lo digas? —No tendrás que pedírmelo. —Ni tú a mí. Te amo.