Quotes About Longing

American I too am looking. I thought all my looking was done when I found the spices but then I saw you and now I no longer know. I want to tell him this. I want to believe he'll understand. In my head an echo like a song of stone. A Mistress must carve her own wanting out of her chest, must fill the hollow left behind with the needs of those she serves.

At an earlier time, she would have read into these gestures what she longed for; now she is grateful and resigned.

Perhaps I believed it would give me back what wifehood had taken away. Or perhaps it is just that desire lies at the heart of human existence. When we turn away from one desire, we must find another to cleave to with all our strength—or else we die.

I saw that this was how we would live out the next decades, dragging ourselves from one expected action to the next, hoping by meticulous duty to bring each other some small measure of happiness. But the comfort that duty offers is lukewarm at best. Happiness, like a mischievous bird that hops from branch to branch, would continue to elude us.

Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you. No matter how famous or powerful they became, my husbands would always long to be cherished. They would always yearn to feel worthy.

Alexander did not dare request what he really desired, though he knew that if he asked him for his sweetheart's hand he would have it. But he was so afraid of displeasing her (who would have been overjoyed) that he preferred to suffer without her than have her against her will.

And Lancelot followed her with his eyes and heart until she reached the door; but she was not long in sight, for the room was close by. His eyes would gladly have followed her, had that been possible; but the heart, which is more lordly and masterful in its strength, went through the door after her, while the eyes remained behind weeping with the body.

I woke with the taste of your apple pie in my mouth, carried over no doubt from my dreams. It made me realize how much I miss you and our home.

IT'S HARD TO FORGET SOMEONE WHO GAVE YOU SO MUCH TO REMEMBER

That is the trouble with happiness-all of it is built on top of something that men want.

I'm going to write to you about the emptiness that was left when you took my boy away. I'm going to write so you can look into my empty life and see what a human boy really is from the shape of the hole he leaves behind. I want you to feel that hole in your heart and stroke it with your hands and cut your fingers on its sharp edges.

There was no quick grief for Andrew because he had been so slowly lost. First from my heart, then from my mind, and only finally from my life.

Tea is the tast of my land:it is bitter and warm,strong,and sharp with memory.It tastes of longing.It tastes of the distance between where you are and where you come from.Also it vanishes-the taste of it vanishes from your tongue while your lips are still hot from the cup.It disappears,like plantations stretching up into the mist.I have heard that your country drinks more tea than any other.How sad that must make you-like children who long for absent mothers.I am sorry.

London was perfectly prepared to give him a night out of anywhere on earth, and yet all he asked was to come home.

to understand infatuation, how the loved person can become a holding pattern for all the tattered ends of memory, experience and thought you've ever had.

O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is; To see thy power and thy glory, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary." (Psalms 63: 1-2)

The more you engage in any type of emotion or behavior, the greater your desire for it will become.

Back then, I was obsessed with dying, because I secretly wanted to live forever.

She'd never borne children, never been in love. She'd always dreamed of having friends she could call soulmates, but somehow it never happened.

A young couple leaving the O'Farrell Theater caught his eye, making him feel a warm, gentle nostalgia for his lover's lane phase.

Some time later, although Walter couldn't have guessed how long if he'd been paid to do so, he became aware of a warm, spicy, almost ambrosial smell.

Fräulein von Bernburg ist aufgestanden und wendet Manuela den Rücken zu. Manuela blickt ihr nach: »Immer sind Sie so weit weg, immer so fern, nie kann man bei Ihnen sein und nie Ihre Hand fassen und Sie küssen, nie nah sein!«

Ich kann, ich kann nicht anders. Ich liebe Sie, liebes Fräulein von Bernburg! Ich liebe Sie, so, so sehr wie meine Mutter – ja und noch viel, viel mehr! Wenn ich Ihre Hände sehe, zieht es mich hin, sie zu fühlen. Ihre Stimme, wenn Sie rufen, packt mich, reißt mich – ich kann nichts dafür, ich liebe, liebe Sie!«

Large natures have usually large desires, and only the small are satisfied with the small.