#long

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#love #lovers #reunion #life

Many are hurting for love, while many are suffering from a love that hurts. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#hurt-love #longing-for-love #pain #time #true-love-waits

The use of sea and air is common to all; neither can a title to the ocean belong to any people or private persons, forasmuch as neither nature nor public use and custom permit any possession therof. ↗

— Elizabeth I Tudor

#all #belong #common #environmental #fair-user

There I was, cold, isolated and desperate for something I knew I couldn't have. A solution. A remedy. Anything. ...I hated it. Alone and confused was the last place I wanted to be. Somehow I knew I deserved this. ↗

— Brian Krans

#blame #confusion #culpability #longing #blame

Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams. ↗

— Christina Rossetti

#change #hope #longing #love #past

He lived to near the things he loved to seem poetical. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#love #passion #poetry #love

Ne t'est-il jamais arrivé de découvrir quelque chose de très beau, et, soudain, de souffrir très fort, et si vite que tu t'en aperçois à peine, parce que ce fragment de beauté que tu contemples, tu devrais le partager avec quelqu'un et qu'il n'y a que l'absence ? ↗

— Jacques Abeille

#love #missing #love

I will defend anyone as long as the client gives me total control of the case and pays up front. ↗

— Edward Bennett Williams

#case #client #control #defend #front

I really should be studying now, but you're much more important to me than a .50 calibre machine gun. ↗

— Kara Martinelli

#humor #letters #longing #love #wwii-history

For all her culture's attention to the physical, it seemingly has little to salve the creatural anguish of losing someone else's body, their touch, their heat, their oceanic heart...she doesn't want another body, she wants the body she loved, the forceps scar across his cheek that she traced with her hand, his penis, its elegant sweep to the side, the preternaturally soft skin. One wants what one has loved, not the idea of love. ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#loneliness #longing #loss #lost-love #mourning