#long

We worked solidly for a long time together. George Marriott Edgar and myself. ↗

— Val Guest

#george #long #long time #myself #solidly

My beloved has arrived, but rather than greeting him, All I can do is bite the corner of my apron with a blank expression- What an awkward woman am I. My heart has longed for him as hugely and openly as a full moon But instead I narrow my eyes, and my glance to him Is sharp and narrow as the crescent moon. But then, I'm not the only one who behaves this way. My mother and my mother's mother were as silly and stumbling as I am when they were girls... Still, the love from my heart is overflowing, As bright and crimson as the heated metal in a blacksmith's forge. ↗

— Kim Dong Hwa

#longing #love #mothers #mothers-and-daughters #poetry

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

— Homer

#greece #longing #love #lovers #love

The Memory Of You Is Like A Drug To Me ↗

— Jeremy Aldana

#drug-addiction #honesty #longing #love #loving

I don't care who you are Where you're from What you did As long as you love me ↗

— Backstreet Boys

#love #love

Scarlett: I only know that I love you! Rhett: That's your misfortune. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#loss #love #sadness #love

She could already feel small waves of her juices fall from her newly-broken pussy, making a damp spot under her ass. ↗

— Lola Newmar

#longhorn-shifters #not-sexy #omgwtfbbq #wtf #love

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 undone by a smell, a word, a place, the photo of a mountain of shoes. By love that closes its mouth before calling a name. ↗

— Anne Michaels

#love

I realized that the longing for art, like the longing for love, is a malady that blinds us, and makes us forget the things we already know, obscuring reality. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#longing #love #reality #art

... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #poem-poetry-poet #poetry-quotes #love