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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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.

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.

She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place...

But sex as a physical act is merely athletics, a momentary relief. What it needs to be powerful is desire, and the strongest element of desire is longing. It’s in the work. Desider-, sidus: from...

Those who have attained everlasting life in the vision of God doubtless know very well that it is no mere bribe, but the very consummation of their earthly discipleship; but we who have not yet...

Then he lets go and walks down the path, without another word. He doesn’t look back. But I watch him go. I watch him all the way home.

You are not in love. Love is inside you longing for expression.

A pine tree standeth lonelyIn the North on an upland bare;It standeth whitely shroudedWith snow, and sleepeth there.It dreameth of a Palm treeWhich far in the East alone,In the mournful silence standethOn its ridge of...

The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.

Taggle, meanwhile, made himself popular, killing rats and bringing a rabbit into camp every evening, preening in the praise – silently, thank god, though at night, he recounted choice bits to Kate: “Rye Baro says...

There’s nothing good about goodnight when it means goodbye.

You see how it is godlike to love the being of someone. Your existence is a delight to us. I hope you never have to long for a child as I did, but oh, what...

But I have one want which I have never yet been able to satisfy; and the absence of the object of which I now feel as a most severe evil. I have no friend, Margaret:...

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,...

For all her culture’s attention to the physical, it seemingly has little to salve the creatural anguish of losing someone else’s body, their touch, their heat, their oceanic heart…she doesn’t want another body, she wants...

What did I know of loving anything, beyond a longing, beyond being biased in one woman’s direction.

…and when he dies, cut him out in little stars, and the face of heaven will be so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no heed to the...

There is a space between man’s [sic] imagination and man’s [sic] attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.”― Khalil Gibran [sick]

…and I suddenly feel that Henry is there, incredible need for Henry to be there and to put his hand on me even while it seems to me that Henry is the rain and I...

Love a girl and she will give you a story to tell,Love a woman and she will give you a novel to pen…

Perhaps it is better not to tell what you wish. if you cannot have it.

I thought once how Theocritus had sungOf the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,Who each one in a gracious hand appearsTo bear a gift for mortals, old or young;And, as I mused it in...

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

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