#lon

Orito banishes all thoughts of Jacob de Zoet, and recalls Jacob de Zoet. ↗

— David Mitchell

#longing #love #love

It had been dark at the beach for hours, he hadn't been smoking much and it wasn't headlights – but before she turned away, he could swear he saw light falling on her face, the orange light just after sunset that catches a face turned to the west, watching the ocean for someone to come in on the last wave of the day, in to shore and safety. ↗

— Thomas Pynchon

#love #romantic #love

Je fais mon lit et mon ménage; I seek my dinner in a restaurant; my supper takes care, of itself; I pass days laborious and loveless; nights long and lonely; I am ferocious, and bearded and monkish; and nothing now living in this world loves me, except some old hearts worn like my own, and some few beings, impoverished, suffering, poor in purse and in spirit, whom the kingdoms of this world own not, but to whom a will and testament not to be disputed has bequeathed the kingdom of heaven. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#loneliness #villette #love

She climbed into his embrace. Bryan stayed awake until he heard her breathing steadily. "When you find your wings, don't fly away," he whispered. ↗

— Laura Bacchi

#love

Every choice we make affects the other. It always has… We share our choices and our burdens. But that way neither of us has to carry the weight alone—You have never been alone. ↗

— Olivia Fuller

#burden #choice #love #love

There pass the careless people That call their souls their own: Here by the road I loiter, How idle and alone. Ah, past the plunge of plummet, In seas I cannot sound, My heart and soul and senses, World without end, are drowned. His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away. There flowers no balm to sain him From east of earth to west That's lost for everlasting The heart out of his breast. Here by the labouring highway With empty hands I stroll: Sea-deep, till doomsday morning, Lie lost my heart and soul. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#heartbreak #loneliness #love #world-without-end #love

White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above; White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love. Still hangs the hedge without a gust, Still, still the shadows stay: My feet upon the moonlit dust Pursue the ceaseless way. The world is round, so travellers tell, And straight through reach the track, Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well, The way will guide one back. But ere the circle homeward hies Far, far must it remove: White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#long-journey #love #moon #moonlight #road

You’re the one thing I want the most in the world yet the one thing I cannot have. Because to have you completely would be impossible. You can’t go where I walk. ↗

— Abbi Glines

#devotion #impossible #love #love

Waves with the Violent breeze never stopped, Those loving screams could not be Heard anymore , Speeding Tires although provided the speed, But Still we never reached Across The Shore . ↗

— Aditya Chandel

#lonliness #pain #love

je finirai bien par te rencontrer quelque part bon dieu! et contre tout ce qui me rend absent et douloureux par le mince regard qui me reste au fond du froid j'affirme ô mon amour que tu existes je corrige notre vie nous n'irons plus mourir de langueur à des milles de distance dans nos rêves bourrasques des filets de sang dans la soif craquelée de nos lèvres les épaules baignées de vols de mouettes non j'irai te chercher nous vivrons sur la terre la détresse n'est pas incurable qui fait de moi une épave de dérision, un ballon d'indécence un pitre aux larmes d'étincelles et de lésions profondes frappe l'air et le feu de mes soifs coule-moi dans tes mains de ciel de soie la tête la première pour ne plus revenir ↗

— Gaston Miron

#loneliness #love #love