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.

The ocean exerts an inexorable pull over sea people wherever they are-in a bright-lit, inland city or the dead center of a desert-and when they feel the tug there is no choice but somehow to...

I had to do something about my longing, so I got up, went to the kitchen in my nightgown, peeled a pound of potatoes, boiled them up, sliced them, fried them in butter, salted them...

And, at such a time, for a few of us there will always be a tugging at the heart—knowing a precious moment had gone and we not there. We can ask and ask but we...

Only now, in rhythmic waves, was she struck by her stupidity, her blindness, her estheronautiness, and, above all, her longing, the insult of the power of her longing, and she knew very well that is...

She was lost in her longing to understand.

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 ~

Being inside this cottage, with dark wooden walls and hand-carved furniture like my own home, cast a darkened stain onto my heart.

The longing for sweets is really a yearning for love or “sweetness.

… this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem…must be you …

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

Sacrifices are concerned with the feelings of devotion and longing.

If you don’t receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it.

Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life.

I could never stop comparing the way it was with Gertrud and the way it had been with Hanna; again and again, Gertrud and I would hold each other, and I would feel that something...

It is poetic and lyrical; words that spill forth like cool waters into the dusty dry rock bed of the Soul desiring love. It has been said that I’ve lived in the desert all my...

‎”It always seemed somehow less real here… a really detailed dream, but sort of washed out, like a thin watercolor. Softer, somehow, even with their electric light and engines and everything. I guess it was...

I gaze out of the window at the lanes of red taillights streaming towards the hills, the city laid out in anonymous grids and quadrants, the view confirming that I was much more alone than...

Ah, it’s my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!

But no one can predict of a certainty what will happen. And none of it will change how I intend to spend the rest of my life. I will live it on my terms. And...

There is a space between man’s imagination and man’s attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.

As I was looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, it occurred to me that if all else failed, a man could at least kiss himself, and I stared in to the mirror, conjuring up...

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

And in fact the artist’s experience lies so unbelievably close to the sexual, to its pain and its pleasure, that the two phenomena are really just different forms of one and the same longing and...

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.

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

There I was, cold, isolated and desperate for something I knew I couldn’t have. A solution. A remedy. Anything. …I hated it. Alone and confused was the last place I wanted to be. Somehow I...

I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.

Desiderium sinus cordis

At the first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, All the secrets that slept deep within me came awake,...

You make me thirsty, Promethea, my river, you make me eternally thirsty, my water. As if I had spent my life in an old house of dried mud, so dry myself that I could not...

The last clear thought I have is of my grandmother’s rust-colored wall clock ticking away in the darkness of my apartment—my sanctuary where I dreamed and desired and hoped for goodness and love. I wonder...

The whole world can’t lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven’t got any more – and by remembering too much.

We clean our plates, yet we’re still famished—starving for something other than food.

He made what apology he could and hurried home, overjoyed that the satisfaction of his curiosity had preserved their love intact, and that, having feigned for so long, when in Odette’s company, a sort of...

Believing in nothing except the truth of Montgomery, who for all his faults was as steady as the sea, as honest as the sun. My eyes watered with unexpected tears, and I kissed him harder,...

A person’s needs are met, and his appetite subsides. A person’s wants are met, and his thirst swells greedily without end.

They should not clench their fists,it’s my longing that’s drawing me near to them;they should not stand there full of rage,my longing is timidly drawing near to them;they should not be ready to pounce like...

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and...

Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom…I wouldn’t wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

But I love him.””So love him.””But I miss him.””So miss him. Send him love and light every time you think about him, and then drop it.

Year after year of dirty snow and bitter winds… houses and whole districts of people who aren’t really unhappy, but worse, who are neither happy nor unhappy; people who are ugly because they’re neither ugly...

Happiness is the gap between loving and longing.

To feel such a longing for his own life, even as he’s living it—he wonders what that means.

There I was, fevered from the bitterness of your absence, cold, desperate for your being remedy; I would give every part of my soul to have you back, even the broken pieces of I.

Each tear longs to kiss sorrow

…I couldn’t let go of the thought that it had, in fact, been he, restless and moody Heathcliff. Day after day, he floated through all the Wal-Marts in America, searching for me in a million...

Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you

La sua voce profonda risuonava attraverso il mio intero essere. Risvegliava sentimenti e sensazioni lasciate in sospeso troppo a lungo.

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.Speech is born out of longing,True description from the real taste.The one who tastes, knows;the one who explains, lies.How can you describe the true form of SomethingIn whose...