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...

Living a life somewhere else in your mind is nothing more than being a prisoner where you are.

Nobody marks us.” A scientist may reply that since most of the things we call beautiful are inanimate, it is not very surprising that they take no notice of us. That, of course, is true....

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...

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them.

The ghosts that exert the most power in people’s lives-at least, the people I know–tend to be of their own making, and consist of equal parts regret and old fears and just plain missing somebody.

If only they could listen with their hearts & not their minds, maybe then they would understand that often times it’s the emotions not spoken that are longing to be heard.

When sweet lullabies are whispered into the sky, my heart is filled with with the sorrow of time. So when the kiss of a midnight moon ends, drop sweet nothings to fill my ear. Too...

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

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?

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,...

Oh, if only I could hurt with such misery once again, to feel the powers of love here inside my heart, the joys of heaven and the pains of hell!

Laine slowly rolled out of bed. The queen size was one of the few new things in the house. But now, even the new bed felt tainted. It was an inner-spring monument to lies, a...

God, you smell nice,” he whispered. “I’ve missed that smell. I’ve missed everything about you, little Ann.

For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it’s not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to...

My dearest — But what more is there to be said? The things one says are always inadequate: it’s the touch of live hands, of lips pressed to lips that count. I want to hold...

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They...

The loneliest days are the ones where you keep company with someone you love who can’t hear you.

How about this?” she retorted, her voice deceptively flirtatious, and in that small, stolen moment in his mind, he quickly spun and grasped her by the small of her back, pulled her close into to...

Until the longing came again, like the longing that you hear in the whistle of a train that is going far away. But the longing isn’t really in the whistle, the longing is in you—for...

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...

This was to say, however, that she did not long, at times, for some even greater variation, that she did not pass through those abnormal hours in which one thirsts for something different from what...

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...

It had been dark at the beach for hours, he hadn’t been smoking much and it wasn’t headlights – but before she turned away, he could swear he saw light falling on her face, the...

The saints are little pieces of mystical Christ, sick of love for union. The wife of youth, that wants her husband some years, and expects he shall return to her from oversea lands, is often...

[T]he radical geographer Iain Boal had prophesied, “The longing for a better world will need to arise at the imagined meeting place of many movements of resistance, as many as there are sites of closure...

We are homesick most for the places we have never known.

Orito banishes all thoughts of Jacob de Zoet, and recalls Jacob de Zoet.

I miss you so much in these wee morning hours,when the depth of the night sets my spirit free.When the forest is dark, and there doesn’t have to be anything in the worldbut the beauty...

She did not tell him this, because it would hurt him to know she had felt that way for a while, that her relationship with him was like being content in a house but always...

The Memory Of You Is Like A Drug To Me

She have lit the fire and I threw myself upon it. O’ heart be her lover O’ fire emblaze.

The tides rolled up to crash against the shore while we sat feet from one another with the remnants of all we’d left unsaid driving us apart.

This pursuit of unavailable distant people has oedipal roots.… fearing the consequences, they make certain that they fail at the attempt.”―Distancing, Kantor (p.115)

One of the deepest longings of the human soul is to be seen.

Ho provato molto seriamente a non pensare a lui. Ho sepolto il suo ricordo sotto i baci, le carezze e le voci di altri ragazzi ma ora tutto ciò che sento, provo e avverto sulla...

Home is where they want you to stay longer

Dreadful will be the day when the world becomes contented, when one great universal satisfaction spreads itself over the world. Sad will be the day for every man when he becomes absolutely contented with the...

There were times when I would forget her, though they were rare, and it would be for a time as though she had never existed; and then some passing girl’s inadvertent gesture, or an accidental...

You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don’t think it’s possible for you to miss me as much as I’m missing you right now

All individuals have moral deficiencies, and when introducing these to reality one not only strengthens himself but also the confidence of others in the human exigency for Christ due to a reflection throughout the body...

She had a sense of longing and loss that she had never had before. It was as if her family history had been erased and they’d been left unmemorable.She imagined that Rachel’s family must have...

I have become a sour woman. I take no joy in meat nor mead, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings....

And how do you really feel?Like I’ll never recover. Like I’ll never draw another breath without half of it being a wish for him.

..and when he let her go, it was as if she had been filled and didn’t realize it until he pulled away and the absence rushed back in.

Don’t let’s ask for the moon! We have the stars!

My dear boy, looking like a thing has little to do with being a thing. Be the thing first, and you will grow to resemble it.