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...

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...

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...

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...

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,...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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,...

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...

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...

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...

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,...

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...

What’, said he, ‘ makes the difference between man and all the rest of the animal creation? Every beast that strays beside me has the same corporeal necessities with myself; he is hungry and crops...

The gilded spiralOf longings within.Our very own cathedralThat points persistently to heaven.

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

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

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.

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 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...