..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.

I still had this idea that there was a whole world of marvelous golden people somewhere, as far ahead of me as the seniors at Rye when I was in the sixth grade; people who...

Gwynn, she was always talking about wanting to be drunk and honestly I did want to encourage that, I wanted to go to a bar with her and let all the stuff sobriety pushed down...

Amelie seemed to focus on her again. For a few seconds she regarded her, frowning, and then smiled just a little. “So I recall,” she said. “Not all wars are waged with bullets and swords,...

A mí me ha tocado no estar contigo; no tengo miradas para encontrarteni hay cosa en que pueda reconocerte.

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it...

I missed her so much I wanted to die: a hard, physical longing, like a craving for air underwater. Lying awake, I tried to recall all my best memories of her—to freeze her in my...

Janus found himself drawn to the edge of the rink, staring fixedly at Candace as she approached: grinning, puffing steam, her cheeks flushed, her brown hair peeking out from under a knitted cap, her hazel...

If the portraits of our absent friends are pleasant to us, which renew our memory of them and relieve our regret for their absence by a false and empty consolation, how much more pleasant are...

Time no longer mattered. He knew he would have plenty of it at his disposal. The sight of the star filled him with indescribable longing.

The restlessness and the longing, like the longing that is in the whistle of a faraway train. Except that the longing isn’t really in the whistle—it is in you.

We have it in our head that if we fill our stomachs, we’ll fill our hearts.

… which would enable him to prolong for the time being, and to renew for one day more the disappointment, the torturing deception that must always come to him with the vain presence of this...

Beyond aspects of pain that are physical, thought Oppenheimer, sickness or injury or privation, beyond the so-called obvious, suffering can be a work of art. It can be made of buried and rising things, helpless...

Be not wishing and pining but thankfully content. For it is a short bridge between wanting and regret.”- from “Dimpellumpzki

One evening he was in his room, his brow pressing hard against the pane, looking, without seeing them, at the chestnut trees in the park, which had lost much of their russet-coloured foliage. A heavy...

I miss you every second of every minute, every minute of every hour, every hour of everyday.

She inhabited a world from which I was excluded, and she had left me in an immense empty space.

Vernal Equinox The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies between me and my book;And the South Wind, washing through the room,Makes the candles quiver.My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the...

I miss you in waves and tonight I’m drowning. You left me fending for my life and it feels like you’re the only one who can bring me back to the shore alive.

On the inside, the copycats of the ruffians are more delicate than the copycats of prudes.

Till then I wasn’t alive, I longed for you like the love sick moon pulls the tide

Fair as the moon and joyful as the light;Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.

Sometimes what we want lies behind a door our own actions have locked tight.

His heat warmed her, even as her insides turned to ice.

He was what the egotistical part of me had always longed for: danger, sexiness, popularity, style, unpredictability. The kind of man who’d always keep me guessing. Just one night with him and i’d already started...

Perhaps your hunger to belong is always active and intense because you belonged so totally before you came here. This hunger to belong is the echo and reverberation of your invisible heritage. You are from...

Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.

Never let the meaning of your love light escape to the dark nothingness of oblivion.

Longing was a feeling that was hard to live with. It didn’t ask permission. It didn’t pay attention to time or place. It was overwhelming and demanding, grasping and selfish. It clouded thoughts or made...

I long to embrace, to include in my own short life, all that is accessible to man. I long to speak, to read, to wield a hammer in a great factory, to keep watch at...

He came like a whisperLeft like a dreamNothing to prove he had ever been.But sweat on her browand her trembling feet is the hint of a secret kisson her lips….

Under the ground seep the toxins of the population that lives above. If you have to, you will eat roots and earthworms. It is always night. Candles burn in lanterns made from tin cans. When...

I wonder how much of the day I spend just callin’ after you.

Jack is somewhere in this city, right now. The thought was like passing by a house where someone was grilling in the back yard. You could smell it, but it wasn’t yours, and you couldn’t...

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

Every single touch, every single look you give me, I cherish.

My beloved has arrived, but rather than greeting him, All I can do is bite the corner of my apron with a blank expression- What an awkward woman am I. My heart has longed for...

People often miss things that don’t exist–miss things that were but are not anymore.

She didn’t know that my heart was a sandstorm waiting to open her skin in a desert of cuts. She didn’t know the animal that waited in my stomach, silently shredding the walls. For her,...

Desire is when you work hard to achieve something. For an achievable object, its more about making a sudden decision.

How far away the stars seem, and how farIs our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!

She brushed the tears from their faces and sang them a melancholy lullaby. Her obvious devotion to her daughters pulled at my heart strings, making my chest ache with longing for my own mother.

Yet my longing for her was like a bad cold that had hung on for years despite my conviction that I was sure to get over it at any moment.

So through endless twilights I dreamed and waited, though I knew not what I waited for. Then in the shadowy solitude my longing for light grew so frantic that I could rest no more, and...

Would that thy love, beloved, had less trust in me, that it might be more anxious!

Desiring another person is perhaps the most risky endeavor of all. As soon as you want somebody—really want him—it is as though you have taken a surgical needle and sutured your happiness to the skin...

But I said that you could still want something that is very unlikely to happen.