#long

The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#sea #sea

Do you know what the mathematical expression is for longing? ... The negative numbers. The formalization of the feeling that you are missing something. ↗

— Peter Høeg

#longing #mathematics #missing #negative-numbers #mathematics

Look at this one.” I picked up a small painting of a man with dark hair and a short, dark beard. He wore a loose shirt, cobalt blue, unbuttoned at the top, showing a prominent, knobby collarbone. He looked…complicated and hungry. She’d captured him focused intensely on a book, his face pressed against a wall like he was resting. Or waiting. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #breakups #college #creativity #dating

Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#eugenie #longing #lust #thorn-queen #lust

... Whatever condition we are in, we must always do what we want to do, and if we want to go on a journey, then we must do so and not worry about our condition, even if it's the worst possible condition, because, if it is, we're finished anyway, whether we go on the journey or not, and it's better to die having made the journey we're been longing for than to be stifled by our longing. ↗

— Thomas Bernhard

#carefree #illness #longevity #mortality #aspiration

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. ↗

— Helen Keller

#avoiding #children #danger #daring #does

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#horrible #i #insane #intervals #long

We are homesick most for the places we have never known. ↗

— Carson McCullers

#nostalgia #nostalgia

The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#mourning

He smiled and squinted at me again, tilting his head up and to the right as he stared. “Maybe what I’m attracted to in you is more than your looks and your brain and your humor.” He leaned closer like he had a secret. “It could be your soul,” he whispered. I pushed his cheek until he was squinting at the door to the kitchen instead. “Is this when you tell me I’m your soul mate, O’Neill? ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #attraction #dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire