Quotes about Longing

I'm extra-good at wanting things. I want things until I feel sort of sick about them. I want enough for two normal people, at least.

My daddy has a chain five miles long, on each link a heart for a lover he has lost.

I closed my eyes to hug him tighter and give him that elusive feeling of unconditional love and complete safety. The feeling we seek but, in this life and in this world, perhaps never quite find.

He's exasperated. "I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!

It's hard, and I don't always get to see my kids. I will never catch up on that time I've missed.

Obviously I'm missing the city life.

Every now and then she looked around for tangible evidence of his having ever been there. Where were the butterflies? the blueberries? the whistling reed? She could find nothing, for he had left nothing but his stunning absence.

O Lord, Sula," she cried, "girl, girl, girlgirlgirl." It was a fine cry—loud and long—but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.

When they fall in love with a city, it is for forever and it is like forever.

Each night, without fail, she prayed for blue eyes. Fervently, for a year she had prayed. Although somewhat discouraged, she was not without hope. To have something as wonderful as that would take a long, long time.

I am Beloved and she is mine. I see her take flowers away from leaves she puts them in a round basket the leaves are not for her she fills the basket she opens the grass I would help her but the clouds are in the way how can I say things that are pictures I am not separate from her there is no place where I stop her face is my own and I want to be there in the place where her face is and to be looking at it too a hot thing.

My melancholy thoughts are back. But I still love the idea of love.