When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West,...

But in spite of my great desire for intimacy, I’ve always been a loner. Perhaps when the longing for connection is as strong as it is in me, when the desire is for something so...

…that breath of relief that there is someone in the world, finally, who understands what hurts you.

I hated the gnawing longing that accompanied having everything.

The Decision…I wiped my hands on my pinaforenow sullied and stainednot crisp or pressedas it had been before…

There is a German word, Sehnsucht, which has no English equivalent; it means ‘the longing for something’. It has Romantic and mystical connotations; C.S. Lewis defined it as the ‘inconsolable longing’ in the human heart...

We long for things that harm us and run from the things that grow and heal us. We think good is bad and bad is good.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

kevään sanansaattaja satakielikaipaus sen äänessä

The days passed in a dream. I pictured our reunion again and again, played it out in my mind over and over until I’d almost worn a groove in my thoughts, so deep that it...

I wanted desperately to be part of our pack; I felt a hole inside myself where my pack should have been.

The shadow-past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst. A biography of longing. It steers us like magnetism, a spirit torque. This is how one becomes...

Looking from the window at the fantastic light and colour of my glittering fairy-world of fact that holds no tenderness, no quietude, I long suddenly for peace, for understanding.

For the first time, she did want more. She did not know what she wanted, knew that it was dangerous and that she should rest content with what she had, but she knew an emptiness...

It isnt for wantof something to say–something to tell you–something you should know–but to detain you–keep you from going–feeling myself hereas long as you are–as long as you are

Like you’re riding a train at night across some vast plain, and youcatch a glimpse of a tiny light in a window of a farmhouse. In aninstant it’s sucked back into the darkness behind and...

I’m comming to You.You are blazing.I’m giving You a rose.It embalms sweet.I’m givin a kiss…I melt of You.I melt and flow with You.Like an ice in a spring river.I melt and stay. Sun will vaporise...

Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.

His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain.

The person in love finds only a dream, a notion, an ideal. You fall in love with nothing but your own dreams—the only carriers of your true longings. Sometimes you manage to personify your dreams...

Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.

We look before and after,And pine for what is not;Our sincerest laughterWith some pain is fraught;Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought.

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!

I’d like to have enough time and quietTo think about absolutely nothing,To not ever feel myself living,To only know myself in others’ eyes, reflected.

While I’d been plagued by nightmares of Jonathan’s unrest in the hereafter, it was only now that I’d seen Adair again—and seen him so changed—that I could admit, even to myself, that it was him...

He lived to near the things he loved to seem poetical.

There’s a taste in the air, sweet and vaguely antiseptic, that reminds him of his teenage years in these streets, and of a general state of longing, a hunger for life to begin that from...

I’m longing to belong. I’m also longing to be long. Especially long in love, like over 5,280 feet.

She gave me this look – she might have been watching from a lifeboat as the ship went down. Or maybe it was the other way around.

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses…the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I...

All longings the essence for real liberation only, Freedom from all sides, an ultimate supremacy;- 43 –

Själva längtan är beviset på att det vi längtar efter finns.

One spirit remained unaware of his presence, staring at Miss Parker with such longing that he reluctantly decided to let it stay. The spirit, a hollow-eyed girl with ringlets and clothing from long past, reached...

Touch. It is touch that is the deadliest enemy of chastity, loyalty, monogamy, gentility with its codes and conventions and restraints. By touch we are betrayed and betray others … an accidental brushing of shoulders...

this heart yearns…for the salt of unsmelt airunswept thunderstorms…unknown adventures.

I had this theory. It was based loosely on the unremarkable observation that the old are always looking back with longing while the young, with the same longing, look ahead. One man remembers what the...

I gave up hoping…But, still, I would think of him, I would cherish his image in my mind, and treasure every word, look and gesture that memory could retain.

Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.

Some people are like swings…They give us an exciting thing to do for a while..Thereafter leave us alone, dizzy and not very far ahead in life…

Kaiverrat sormesi niskaani ja harot hiuksiini, kourasi harhailevat selkääni pitkin alas ja kyljen läpi vatsalle, annat kovaksi paisuneen ikäväsi kämmeneeni ja ihooni kaikkialle pujotat arvoituksellisia kuvioita kysyvin, kuuntelevin sormin, apua, katso, sinä, minä, sinä minä...

What had survived – maybe all that had survived of Trism – was Liir’s sense of him. A catalog of impressions that arose from time to time, unbidden and often upsetting. From the sandy smell...

You can love someone so much… But you can never love someone as much as you miss them.

Sometimes, one yearns for something.For the ultimate in happiness. I yearn for it,and don’t know where to look for it any longer. And I don’t know if I would recognize it if I found it....

All my life I dreamed of having someone think I was beautiful.

You’re gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

Be careful what you wish for. It may turn out that making the wish was the only good part.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.

One’s longing is not so much there for sense-gratification, profit and self-preservation, instead one’s karma is there for no other purpose than inquiring after the Absolute Truth.

Clairey knew well that it was one thing to occupy his bed, quite another to occupy his heart.

[…]when he closed his eyes, the torrent of longing waiting inside was so thick he thought he might drown in it.