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.

She didn’t know that my heart was a sandstorm waiting to open her skin in a desert of cuts. She didn’t know the animal that waited in my stomach, silently shredding the walls. For her, my heart wore small white shoes and carried a purse, went to bed early. I wanted to shoot myself into...

After a dazed moment, Specialist Kit Murphy put his arms loosely around her, and Josie Schaeffer clung to him, knowing this man was not her husband, that her husband was never coming back, but for now she was as close to him as she could get and she would not let him go.

Touch. It is touch that is the deadliest enemy of chastity, loyalty, monogamy, gentility with its codes and conventions and restraints. By touch we are betrayed and betray others … an accidental brushing of shoulders or touching of hands … hands laid on shoulders in a gesture of comfort that lies like a thief, that...

The beauty of a fragment is that it still supports the hope of brilliant completeness.

Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.

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

She’d been in love with the man, and love is a scary thing. If not reciprocated, it can turn a person into a monster.

But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.

..he wanted her.And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.

Did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there..

Some people never say the words ‘I love you’, for like a child they’re longing to be told.

Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great.

The heartland lies where the heart longs to be. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find the true place to plant it.

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...

Desire wills its perpetuation ad infinitum.

I miss you every second of every minute, every minute of every hour, every hour of everyday.

Cathy, don’t look so defeated. She was only trying to put us downagain.Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn’t mean we aredoomed. Let’s go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of findingperfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won’tbe disappointed.”If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris,...

Amidst the chaos of the cities, a part of you always yearns for the silence of the woods.

If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. Butafter all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted amountain high! A hill wasn’t enough.

Kavita’s arms are still outstretched, but they hold nothing. After the metal gate clangs shut behind them, Kavita can still hear Usha’s piercing wail echoing inside.

I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those…soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.

Sacrifices are concerned with the feelings of devotion and longing.

One spirit remained unaware of his presence, staring at Miss Parker with such longing that he reluctantly decided to let it stay. The spirit, a hollow-eyed girl with ringlets and clothing from long past, reached toward Percy, wishing to touch her. Alexi understood. When left to her own devices, Miss Parker was neither shy nor...

We can’t stop reading. Compulsively we find ourselves reading significance into dreams (we construct a science upon it); into tea-leaves and the fall of cards. We look up at the shifting vapours in the sky, and see faces, lost cities, defeated armies. Isolated in the dark, with nothing to hear and no surfaces to touch,...

You think embracing the longing while waiting for the right man is impossible? Well obviously you didn’t get the memo.

Erotic longing is really a longing to merge with something greater than oneself. For every kind of love is a force that holds the promise of taking us beyond the limitations of our individual lives.

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

Longing, whether for a passion or person, is one of the most powerful, yet painful, emotions there is. It can drive you to its source under the most extreme conditions, or it can cripple you from obtaining your dreams. When it comes to the pull you feel, always go after it, if not, it’ll eat...

I was so incredibly nostalgic for a life I knew I’d never, ever have again.

My beloved has arrived, but rather than greeting him, All I can do is bite the corner of my apron with a blank expression- What an awkward woman am I. My heart has longed for him as hugely and openly as a full moonBut instead I narrow my eyes, and my glance to him Is...

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I could wish to spy the nakedness of their hearts, and through the different disguises of customs, climates, and religion, find out what is good in them, to fashion my own by. It is for this reason that I have not seen the Palais Royal – nor the facade of the Louvre – nor have...

Sufre mas el que espera siempreque aquel que nunca espero a nadie?Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone?

… which would enable him to prolong for the time being, and to renew for one day more the disappointment, the torturing deception that must always come to him with the vain presence of this woman, whom he might approach, yet never dared embrace.

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

I felt bad for trying to live a happy, full life, while my heart was buried in a dead man’s chest.

Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only one who seeks out another. His nature – if that word can be used in reference to man, who has ‘invented’ himself by saying ‘no’ to nature – consists in his longing to...

The good news is that there is one kind of food you can never have too much of. The best way to fully recover from a food addiction or body-image problem is to fill up on the Lord.

Let not our longing slay the appetite of our living.

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

Feathery dust everywhere surrounds me and as I breathe it in I breathe the scent of your skin, O’ thee I am lovesick and homeless ~

But I said that you could still want something that is very unlikely to happen.

Plain Kate greased her boots and bandaged her feet, and soon she would walk like a Roamer born. She helped Drina with the water and the wood, and in the long, wet evenings she carved objarka burji.Plain Kate carved fast and learned slowly. She was bewildered most of the time, but Daj called her mira...

Fair as the moon and joyful as the light;Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.

The Memory Of You Is Like A Drug To Me

The very people you trusted most could become like strangers in their longing…

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.

Each tear longs to kiss sorrow

privation is the cause of appetite