825 Quotes About Longing

Do youOr do you not knowYou're with me more deadThan you were livingReach me some timeIn a dream may beLet me remember how sweetYour presence can beReach out your handsAnd call to meFor soon it will beAnother anniversary- In a Dream Maybe

With God, being lost is nothing more than an idea that never has and never will be anything more than an idea.

If we could imagine, while we live them, to what mundane moments nostalgia manages to stick itself...

What, and end up like you? Wistfully recalling a lover from long ago? Please.

The temptation is too strong for me. Oh, Lord! where is Thy peace that I believed in, in my childhood? – that I hear people speaking of now, as if it hushed up the troubles of life, and had not to be sought for – sought for, as with tears of blood! [-Jemima, chapter 26, pg. 275]

The man that is meant to love you will have a million questions about you, but none will ever ask your value.

Wait,” he said, and he had his hand outstretched toward me, fingertips just brushing the sleeve of my sweatshirt, gently rooting me to the spot. I wanted to shrug him off, but at the same time, I wanted to fall against him and bury my face in his shoulder. I wanted to commiserate about what had just happened, and make sure he was okay, and discuss how Stanton really is psychotic. I did none of the above.

What I did not know was how longing could store itself away in the hollows of one's bones and then one day without warning flood out.

You can't speak to him, he said, if you speak to him, if you give any sign to him at all, he will come back; he has to stop existing for you.