terucap rindu sepasang insan..geliat sang cinta di lubuk hati..terurai kata nan indah menawan..gundah pun sirna dibuai si mimpi.

The old longing i had thought dead, rose in me like a flame

I hung a picture of him above my bed and learned by hand the internal workings of the female combustion engine.

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...

Something strange started to rage inside me, hearing you inhale sharply as I tried to kiss those scars away or etch them deeper into your skin, wanting to mark you in an entirely different way.

You will remember this when all else fades, this moment, here, together, by this well. There will be certain days, and certain nights, you’ll feel my presence near you, hear my voice. You’ll think you...

Long past the moment when her neck begins to stiffen and ache, she continues to stare into the darkness, even though none of the human secrets she needs to know are to be found in...

There is one secret place…it is beautiful and peaceful, where gentle water flows, and most beautiful garden grows, yet, nobody could ever go to…You reach deep within my soul drawing out all the dreams that...

When I opened the box, I had to remove myself from whose handwriting it was that I was reading and whose story I was hearing. I had to, or I never would have made it...

I did not grow up in poverty. But I did grow up with a poor boy’s sense of longing, in my case not for what my family had never had, but for what we had...

My heart only ever had one thought, one want. One need. Despite all, in spite of all…All my heart has ever wanted is you.

All the beautiful waitresses existed like eternal responsibilities.

The heartland lies where the heart longs to be. Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find the true place to plant it.

I nibbled my lower lip. “If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you’d have a hard time resisting the temptation too.””I have a hard time keeping my hands off you...

Eve was happy for her bestie. She just wished she had a guy who would look at her the way Seth looked at her friend, eyes all starry.No, that wasn’t it. Or it wasn’t completely...

The moon is the same but the observers are different.

There’s nothing like that feeling of waiting for a guy. It’s the loneliest feeling in the world. Holding that cell phone in your hand as you take out the trash, use the bathroom, change the...

Witch Baby wanted to ask Ping how to find her Jah-Love angel. She knew Raphael was not him, even though Raphael had the right eyes and smile and name. She knew how he looked–the angel...

My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!And yet they seem alive and quiveringAgainst my tremulous hands which loose the stringAnd let them drop down on my knee to-night.This said, — he wished to have...

And you’ll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday.

Because we know he was simply a man, with weakness and frailties. Who yearned for the same things all of us do–to love and be loved

Maybe he would see me as weak and stupid. Maybe he was right.

And there you have it…if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man’s arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for...

Gavin, I can’t talk to you here. People will call me crazy.”My imaginary friend smirked. “But you’re already talking to me.””Well, I have to stop.”His smirk grew cocky. “I doubt you can resist.”And he was...

There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river — leaves, insects, the feathers of birds — is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could...

Amidst the chaos of the cities, a part of you always yearns for the silence of the woods.

Surely some revelation is at hand.

My life is like an autumn leafI lie around unclaimed.The breeze blows me around,To be trampled under the feet of men.Natures cruel feast has bestowed me with pain,Pain of being a part,Just a part of...

Hunger of the heart is much stronger than hunger for food.

She wore his flowerIn her hairScent of amberSweetened the airHer dress was whiteHer feet bareHe found heavenWaiting thereShe is aliveIn his painful sigh…

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

I didn’t have that kind of friendship, the forever kind of friendship that will last your whole life through, no matter what.

I like being on my own better than I like anything else, but I can’t give up love. Maybe it’s the tension between longing and aloneness that I need. My own funicular railway, holding in...

I know she is coming I know she will look And that is the longing And this is the book.

There’s Oliver, still standing around in the weeds. There she is, still scribbling in her notebook.” But, at the center: I am shaking; I am flashing like tinsel. Restless. I read about ideas. Yet I...

Do you know what the mathematical expression is for longing? … The negative numbers. The formalization of the feeling that you are missing something.

I felt a wave of longing roll out of me, but not the way it usually did, diffuse and sad. This was hopeful, as though it had been coaxed out by a whispered promise.

There are times when, that which we wish to be, will come to be, when we let it be.

Let’s call my mood melancholy; let’s call it remembrance. Or maybe let’s call it longing. Yes, let’s call it longing instead.

I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind.

When we parted, on the Boulevard du Montparnasse, I leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek. ‘If you do find paradise,’ she said, turning to leave, ‘send me a grape.

Consider my Lover; the yellow churchof his skin, the clean wells of his ears;How the notes of a song come to himlike birds descending on a power line;How in his absence I am of twothroats–each...

At moments when Herman fantasized about a new metaphysics, or even a new religion, he based everything on the attraction of the sexes. In the beginning was lust. The godly, as well as the human,...

It was suffering and incapacity that created all afterworlds – this, and that brief madness of bliss which is experienced only by those who suffer deeply. Weariness that wants to reach the ultimate with one...

Plain Kate greased her boots and bandaged her feet, and soon she would walk like a Roamer born. She helped Drina with the water and the wood, and in the long, wet evenings she carved...

Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.

Just one caress became a symphony of passion, insatiable longing, an unquenchable desire to possess…. Gasps… The sparkling touch, embrace make hard to breathe… A mere short burst of brilliance, explosive need…forbidden sweet… Beneath the...

I really should be studying now, but you’re much more important to me than a .50 calibre machine gun.