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.

In all my wanderings through this world of care,In all my griefs — and God has given my share –I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown,Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down;To...

Not that time alone with Ingrid was something to wish away. She’d chosen him. Given herself to him, and even though he couldn’t claim her in the human way, she was still his. Passing the...

I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be.

Men dream more about coming home than about leaving.

Cathy, don’t look so defeated. She was only trying to put us downagain.Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn’t mean we aredoomed. Let’s go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of...

When i remember your namei know you are my hope.for what ?not for love…’cause i know you can’t love me.but i know you are my hope for… Life.Just remembering your smile…i know you are my...

The Portuguese call it saudade: a longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. Love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people already dead, those who left and the ocean that tossed...

How sad, he thought, that desire found new objects but did not abate, that when it came to longing there was no end.

The same thing that had happened with the flowers was happening with my longing: once I held it in my hands, I didn’t know where to put it.

Some part of me remembers what snow is, but this is the first time my new mind has seen it. It softens the crumbled sidewalks and turns rusty rooftops white. It’s beautiful. It crunches under...

Or deep down, maybe there was more. Maybe I wanted someone to figure out who wrote the note and secretly come to my rescue.Maybe. I don’t know. But I was careful never to give myself...

The Day is DoneThe day is done, and the darknessFalls from the wings of Night,As a feather is wafted downwardFrom an eagle in his flight.I see the lights of the villageGleam through the rain and...

I’ve always tried to make a home for myself, but I have not felt at home in myself. I’ve worked hard at being the hero of my own life. But every time I checked the...

Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only one who seeks out another. His nature – if that word can be...

I missed the sound of her shuffling her homework while I listened to music on her bed. I missed the cold of her feet against my legs when she climbed into bed.I missed the shape...

…my body has becomeanother countryand I feel like an unemployedillegal alienhow will I survivewhere I do not belongI belong with you

Sometimes, language is the sound of longing

My God, Sweetness beyond words, make bitter all the carnal comfort that draws me from love of the eternal and lures me to its evil self by the sight of some delightful good in the...

Desire wills its perpetuation ad infinitum.

Auttakaa!Yö on pitkä,koti on kaukana,kumppani etäällä.

Min ene sko knirker af mangel på stjerneskud

Who am I? They often tell me I would step from my cell’s confinement calmly, cheerfully, firmly, like a squire from his country-house.Who am I? They often tell me I would talk to my warden...

All of everything came into existence simply because it wanted to be. The big bang wasn’t so much a big bang as a hasty dash toward an opportunity to trade nothingness for somethingness. The main...

The moveless man moves along like the mist. The mist doesn’t hide, but all things are hidden in it—including the fog. Love is the only thing that moves the moveless man, and he hasn’t the...

The more formidable the contradiction between inexhaustible life-joy and inevitable fate, the greater the longing which reveals itself in the kingdom of poetry and in the self-created world of dreams hopes to banish the dark...

MOMENTSI saw you firstYou looked exactly The same as beforeTall and awkward and shyI walked towards youMy hands clammy I felt cold insideMy insides were shakingCant runThis is it.U saw meYour face brightenedA smile painted...