#longing

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

"She’s twelve hours in the future, and exactly half a world away. No matter how hard I try, I will always be a part of her past."

"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 litter box. Fearful that the one second you aren’t looking will be when they call. Pathetic. And something I have done as recently as last week."

"I fall in love with you four times a year: winter, spring, summer, and fall. The leaves may change, but how I feel about you does not."

"In my memory her love shimmers, glimmers, and glitters the way light on black water reflects like diamonds, the treasure that was us."

"You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow"

"lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special."

"Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want."

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

"One of the deepest longings of the human soul is to be seen."

"Imagination doesn't always make you long for what you cannot have, but rather thrive in what you do not have."

"If you were mine, I'd never leave you, Prudence. I couldn't."

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

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

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

"I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals."

"I'll miss looking through the forest–your green and hazel eyes. I love the way they shimmered and changed shade with your mood, and how I could see the desire in your emerald gaze.-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz"

"Art is longing. You never arrive, but you keep going in the hope that you will."

"There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you."

"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 of that person, so that any separation will now cause a lacerating injury."