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 will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind.

When we parted, on the Boulevard du Montparnasse, I leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek. ‘If you do find paradise,’ she said, turning to leave, ‘send me a grape.

Consider my Lover; the yellow churchof his skin, the clean wells of his ears;How the notes of a song come to himlike birds descending on a power line;How in his absence I am of twothroats–each of them cramped.

At moments when Herman fantasized about a new metaphysics, or even a new religion, he based everything on the attraction of the sexes. In the beginning was lust. The godly, as well as the human, principle is desire. Gravity, light, magnetism, thought may be aspects of the same universal longing. Suffering, emptiness, darkness are nothing...

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

I didn’t have that kind of friendship, the forever kind of friendship that will last your whole life through, no matter what.

I like being on my own better than I like anything else, but I can’t give up love. Maybe it’s the tension between longing and aloneness that I need. My own funicular railway, holding in balance the two things most likely to destroy me.

I know she is coming I know she will look And that is the longing And this is the book.

There’s Oliver, still standing around in the weeds. There she is, still scribbling in her notebook.” But, at the center: I am shaking; I am flashing like tinsel. Restless. I read about ideas. Yet I let them remain ideas. I read about the poet who threw his books away, the better to come to a...

Do you know what the mathematical expression is for longing? … The negative numbers. The formalization of the feeling that you are missing something.

I felt a wave of longing roll out of me, but not the way it usually did, diffuse and sad. This was hopeful, as though it had been coaxed out by a whispered promise.

There are times when, that which we wish to be, will come to be, when we let it be.

Let’s call my mood melancholy; let’s call it remembrance. Or maybe let’s call it longing. Yes, let’s call it longing instead.

When we lay together, she showed me her soul, and I showed her mine, and they were the same. As you can imagine, mine was battered and bruised, tarnished like ancient metal. She scrubbed it clean. I cannot deny my own soul any more than I can deny she held it in her hands for...

An Army wife is probably the only woman in the world whoknows and readily accepts that she is the mistress, because, let’sface it, the Army is the wife and the wife gets all the damnattention!

There is a song in your heart, only you can hear it. In silence, that is the song of longing and love.

Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook,The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.

It was suffering and incapacity that created all afterworlds – this, and that brief madness of bliss which is experienced only by those who suffer deeply. Weariness that wants to reach the ultimate with one leap, with one fatal leap, a poor ignorant weariness that does not want to want any more: this created all...

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...

Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.

Just one caress became a symphony of passion, insatiable longing, an unquenchable desire to possess…. Gasps… The sparkling touch, embrace make hard to breathe… A mere short burst of brilliance, explosive need…forbidden sweet… Beneath the warmth of a dancing rainbow summer sunset, slowly tuning into the magic night with the stars flooding the sapphire skies…the...

I really should be studying now, but you’re much more important to me than a .50 calibre machine gun.

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

Just because I’m not forever by your side doesn’t mean that’s not precisely where I want to be.

We fear what we long for. This is the paradox.

Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo’s hours?Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

To long to read.

Even her name seemed empty, as though it had detached itself from her and was floating untethered in his mind. How am I supposed to live without you? It was not a matter of the body; his body would carry on as usual. The problem was located in the word how: he would live, but...

She is the ocean, gentle, smooth and calm on the surface…I am the fooling diver, braving her deep, dark, dangerous depth…

Mika: Were you happy?Hiro: I was so happy.

O mundo todo é ligeiramente chato, parece.O que importa na vida é estar junto de quem se gosta.

Jesus is the answer to the longing of every human heart. The love of his heart is the only love capable of filling our human longing—because it is human, yet infinite, and because it is also divine. Not only does each individual need and desire this love, but the world, taken as a whole, needs...

I didn’t feel lonely until there was something to yearn for. Loneliness and longing are two sides of the same coin.

If he would see me again, I would die happy. In the meantime, I was merely dying.

I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.

I call him my friend, but in the last year it’s seemed too casual a word for what Gale is to me. A pang of longing shoots through my chest. If only he was with me now! But of course, I don’t want that. I don’t want him in the arena where he’d be dead...

Name me no names for my disease,With uninforming breath;I tell you I am none of these,But homesick unto death —Homesick for hills that I had known,For brooks that I had crossed,…Before I met this flesh and boneAnd followed and was lost… .And though they break my heart at last,Yet name no name of ills.Say only,...

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.

Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you thought you would die? That your heart would just stop beating? I am longing now, but for whom I don’t know. My whole body craves to be held. I am desperate to love and be loved. I want my mind to float into...

He is a unicorn. I want to gently capture him and bring him back to my lab for research.

If you were mine, I’d never leave you, Prudence. I couldn’t.

Wanting him to come back before anyone notices part of the world has not moved since he left.

The ocean of the past, I still hide from so much of it and rely on all that I don’t run from. Everything before him, I waited for the nightmare to end, and it did when he accepted me into his arms. It was a new birth, a new life, but it flashed too briefly...

It’s not that I wait for you.It’s that my arms are doors I cannot close.

It’s better if you don’t come at all, then come and act like you don’t want to be here. The same applies to there, when I’m there, which is also confusingly here, though it’s not here it’s there.

We’re a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work. Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision. Our children frighten us in their intimacy, but we make sure they grow up like us. Lukewarm like...

There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.

You can miss a person you’ve never known.

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.