Quotes About Longing

The girl tried, several times, to give her love away, but her love would not stay with the person she gave it to and snuck back to her heart without a sound.

He held me so tightly that numbness stretched all the way down my arms and only let go a few minutes after he did. It wasn't as nice a feeling as the flag around my shoulders. But I felt more certain of it because it lasted longer.

I see you in the grass, Running through the snow, But where you have gone, I cannot go.

I cannot bear to think what will become of me without you – you who are my one and all, who make up all my life',

It's hard thinking about where they are taking us. While you're on the way there you think less of what lies ahead, but your heart is heavy when you start to think about how far you are from your family and if and when you might see them again. I haven't seen my sister once in five months.

Long Years apart - can make no Breach a second cannot fill - The absence of the Witch does not Invalidate the spell -

I was sad that Corpse Bride was so short. I would've liked to have had her around for way longer. She doesn't actually have that many scenes.

I hummed love songs, silent love songs the words of which I've forgotten, sang to myself for nights on end, never tiring of praising my love in song, it was just as it ought to be and I dreamed the whole of Germany had exploded and just we two were lying, buried alive, somewhere in the last warmth of ashes, the air was used up and I gave her my last breath in one long kiss—that kind of stuff, I take nothing of it back, it was right and it was marvelous.

Nostalgia settled on my shoulders like the arm of a long-lost friend, urging me to look back and listen; it had been years since I heard such morning sounds, such silence.

This was soul calling to soul. A tired, trapped lock at last meeting the key that unlocks it.

I didn't love him. He was a good, decent guy, but I wanted more at that time." She shrugged. "I was not so young anymore. Time was passing for me. I wanted more… excitement.

She was thinking of him. Doubled up, small as a child, she gazed intently into the distance, at the man who was not there. She bowed to this image like a suppliant, and felt a divine reflection from it falling upon her--from the offended man, the wounded man, from the master, from him who was everywhere except where they were, who occupied the immense outside, and whose name made them bow their heads, the man to whom they were a prey.

Like all human beings, like me, like us, they wished for what they did not have. "I am alone and I want what I have not and what I shall never have." It is by this need that people live, and by this need that people die.

I keep remembering — I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me.

The memory of you saddened my joys, but consoled my sorrows.

I love you, but I love the past even more. I long for it, I long for it, I am consumed with longing for it. The past! I shall cry, I shall suffer because the past will never come back again.

How I waited for you! How I longed for you! he stammered. "I thought of you all the time. I saw you all the time. Your smile was everywhere." He lowered his voice and added, "Sometimes when people were talking commonplaces and your name happened to be mentioned, It would go through my heart like an electric current.

You see, my mind takes me far, but my heart dreams of return.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it

Mother, give me the sun.

Jeg ville ønske, du aldrig var kommet så natten heller aldrig var gået. Og jeg ville ønske, du ikke var blevet så morgenen heller aldrig var kommet. Jeg ville ønske, det aldrig blev sommer så sommeren altid var på vej.

E in qualsiasi città ci fermiamo sono le case cui è troppo tardi per tornare i giardini in cui è troppo tardi per trascorrere una notte di luna e le donne che è troppo tardi per amare a tormentarci con la loro impalpabile presenza.

Our yesterdays are like a lonely and a ruined land wherein a breeze of recollection sighs--a fading land to which is no return.

You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.