I prayed for all his dreams to come true. I prayed that I would always be able to connect with him–even if I was no longer on earth.

I gave up hoping…But, still, I would think of him, I would cherish his image in my mind, and treasure every word, look and gesture that memory could retain.

Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.

Some people are like swings…They give us an exciting thing to do for a while..Thereafter leave us alone, dizzy and not very far ahead in life…

Kaiverrat sormesi niskaani ja harot hiuksiini, kourasi harhailevat selkääni pitkin alas ja kyljen läpi vatsalle, annat kovaksi paisuneen ikäväsi kämmeneeni ja ihooni kaikkialle pujotat arvoituksellisia kuvioita kysyvin, kuuntelevin sormin, apua, katso, sinä, minä, sinä minä se olen, pelkkää raivoisaa janoa, epätoivoista hakemista, kolkutusta, kunnes hukumme toisiimme.

What had survived – maybe all that had survived of Trism – was Liir’s sense of him. A catalog of impressions that arose from time to time, unbidden and often upsetting. From the sandy smell of his sandy hair to the locked grip of his muscles as they had wrestled in sensuous aggression – unwelcome...

You can love someone so much… But you can never love someone as much as you miss them.

Sometimes, one yearns for something.For the ultimate in happiness. I yearn for it,and don’t know where to look for it any longer. And I don’t know if I would recognize it if I found it. And the longer I look, the more selfish I grow.For I think only of my own happiness. i think I...

All my life I dreamed of having someone think I was beautiful.

You’re gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

Be careful what you wish for. It may turn out that making the wish was the only good part.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.

One’s longing is not so much there for sense-gratification, profit and self-preservation, instead one’s karma is there for no other purpose than inquiring after the Absolute Truth.

Clairey knew well that it was one thing to occupy his bed, quite another to occupy his heart.

[…]when he closed his eyes, the torrent of longing waiting inside was so thick he thought he might drown in it.

Sometimes he wondered if he did these things just to test himself. To see if the feelings had gone. But they had not. When he saw her, he wanted to be with her; when he was with her, he ached to touch her; when he touched even her hand, he wanted to embrace her. He...

Through creativity, we are seamlessly connected and sustained as we pullback the veil, revealing beneath our differences and distinctive characteristics,human expression and the human experience are universal. It is the greatnessof this experience that connects us together by infinite invisible threads strewnacross the globe. This is my responsibility, passion and desire as an artist—mysoul purpose.

Imagination doesn’t always make you long for what you cannot have, but rather thrive in what you do not have.

The many contradictions in our lives – such as being home while feeling homeless, being busy while feeling bored, being popular while feeling lonely, being believers while feeling many doubts – can frustrate, irritate, and even discourage us. They make us feel that we are never fully present. Every door that opens for us makes...

She had been his talisman, his cure for the insecurities and worries that he knew deep down didn’t really matter, but somehow had always managed to get the best of him.

Now Doon seemed to care for his new friends more than he did for her. Every time she thought about him she felt a thud of pain, like a bruised place inside her.

The sharp light of the stars and moon sliced away her misconceptions and pared down their layers until the feelings that had always existed between them lay bare.

We should have stories in common, I found myself thinking. We should have stories, and jokes no one understands, and memories that we know will stay alive because neither of us will let the other forget.

Please, always look at me this way. Stare into my eyes and see me for who I am and know that there is nothing more than this. When the world calls things into question, you need not question me because I will always be here for you.

You kissed me once and now you feel as if you’ve got some special kind of licence to do it whenever you want?

My heart is sair-I dare na tell,My heart is sair for Somebody.

That year, when the trees burned the fire of late summer into their leaves and the ground mist was a ghost of the river, long and wet and cold, the aunt looked from her windows to the walls around her and imagined another winter inside them. She began to see the world as a bird...

She goes on with her beautiful hair and mouth like before,I go on like before, alone in the field.It’s like my head had been lowered,And if I think this, and raise my headAnd the golden sun dries the need to cry I can’t stop having.How vast the field and interior love… !I look, and I...

Our stomachs live in towns,” said Mma Potokwani, patting the front of her dress. ‘That is where the work is. Our stomachs know that. But our hearts are usually somewhere else.

Oh, I wish I lived in a caravan!’ said Jimmy longingly. ‘How lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go away down the lanes and through the towns, and stand still in fields at night!

I wanted so terribly to be good to him.

The moments of nature’s universal, triumphant silence had come, those minutes when the creative mind works harder, poetic thoughts seethe more ardently, the heart’s passion blazes more brightly and its longing aches more painfully, the grain of criminal thought ripens in a cruel soul more imperturbably and powerfully.

The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s...

I am running after you, and life, in desperate pursuit. My dream is that someday you will both turn and let me catch you. That dream carries me through every night… I have enclosed a hundred kisses in this letter. You must count them out carefully and not lose any.

Methinks I lied all winter, when I sworeMy love was infinite, if spring makes it more.

I realized that the longing for art, like the longing for love, is a malady that blinds us, and makes us forget the things we already know, obscuring reality.

There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawaterbegs the pearl to break its shell.and the lily, how passionatelyit needs some wild darling! Atnight, I open the window and askthe moon to come and press itsface against mine. Breathe intome. Close the language door andopen the...

It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure of longing, a measure of discontent, a measure of fatigue, a dash of bitterness, and pouf, there he stood.

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

I miss you.I miss you. I miss you, I miss you.Be ready, because when I see you, I’ll never let you go again.

Her face felt like it was scattered in pieces and she could not keep it straight. The feeling was a whole lot worse than being hungry for any dinner, yet it was like that. I want–I want–I want–was all that she could think about–but just what this real want was she did no know.

Nondum amabam, et amare amabam

I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world– an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.

We all long for something. Midgets long to be long, but I long to belong.

It seemed as though he gave way all at once; he was so languid that he could not control his thoughts; they would wander to her; they would bring back the scene,- not of his repulse and rejection the day before but the looks, the actions of the day before that. He went along the...

Nothing big ever happens, good or bad, unless the floor falls out first.Let your longing wind you down through that spiral. And know that falling can be the most wickedly awesome and totally safe thing you’ve ever done. Down, down, down, because when you hit that solid ground you’ll know.You might touch down softly, or...

We are beautiful because we are sons and daughters of God, not because we look a certain way.

I think I fell in love with you that amazing night on the kitchen floor. Or maybe it was the evening you stepped up and set my arm.” Testing things, he reached for her hand, and, to his joy, she glared, but she let him take it. “Or maybe the night I knew I loved...

I miss you like the mismatching sock I can’t find. You’re out there somewhere.

If only you would kiss me.Press your lips to mine like a searing iron. Wrap me in your arms as if you were a monarch claiming a kingdom. Hold me close until I warm through to the core. Do this and I promise to melt into you, no longer a cold and frozen figure in...