As I was looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, it occurred to me that if all else failed, a man could at least kiss himself, and I stared in to the mirror, conjuring up...

..he wanted her.And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.

And in fact the artist’s experience lies so unbelievably close to the sexual, to its pain and its pleasure, that the two phenomena are really just different forms of one and the same longing and...

Kavita’s arms are still outstretched, but they hold nothing. After the metal gate clangs shut behind them, Kavita can still hear Usha’s piercing wail echoing inside.

Some people never say the words ‘I love you’, for like a child they’re longing to be told.

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...

Ah, it’s my longing for whom I might have been that distracts and torments me!

But no one can predict of a certainty what will happen. And none of it will change how I intend to spend the rest of my life. I will live it on my terms. And...

He made what apology he could and hurried home, overjoyed that the satisfaction of his curiosity had preserved their love intact, and that, having feigned for so long, when in Odette’s company, a sort of...

Believing in nothing except the truth of Montgomery, who for all his faults was as steady as the sea, as honest as the sun. My eyes watered with unexpected tears, and I kissed him harder,...

A person’s needs are met, and his appetite subsides. A person’s wants are met, and his thirst swells greedily without end.

They should not clench their fists,it’s my longing that’s drawing me near to them;they should not stand there full of rage,my longing is timidly drawing near to them;they should not be ready to pounce like...

To want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain. And then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and...

I am not meant to be alone and without you who understands.

Desiderium sinus cordis

At the first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, All the secrets that slept deep within me came awake,...

You make me thirsty, Promethea, my river, you make me eternally thirsty, my water. As if I had spent my life in an old house of dried mud, so dry myself that I could not...

The last clear thought I have is of my grandmother’s rust-colored wall clock ticking away in the darkness of my apartment—my sanctuary where I dreamed and desired and hoped for goodness and love. I wonder...

The whole world can’t lick us but we can lick ourselves by longing too hard for things we haven’t got any more – and by remembering too much.

We clean our plates, yet we’re still famished—starving for something other than food.

…I couldn’t let go of the thought that it had, in fact, been he, restless and moody Heathcliff. Day after day, he floated through all the Wal-Marts in America, searching for me in a million...

Last night, lost in spaces between star—bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you

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...

Happiness is the gap between loving and longing.

To feel such a longing for his own life, even as he’s living it—he wonders what that means.

There I was, fevered from the bitterness of your absence, cold, desperate for your being remedy; I would give every part of my soul to have you back, even the broken pieces of I.

Each tear longs to kiss sorrow

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...

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...

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...