#longing

How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else? ↗

— Madeline Claire Franklin

#family #introspection #life #self-awareness #the-poppet-and-the-lune

Plain Kate greased her boots and bandaged her feet, and soon she would walk like a Roamer born. She helped Drina with the water and the wood, and in the long, wet evenings she carved objarka burji. Plain Kate carved fast and learned slowly. She was bewildered most of the time, but Daj called her mira again, and when she asked Drina what it meant, the girl replied, "It means she likes you. It means your family." Family. It could have kept her walking for a hundred miles. And she did walk far. ↗

— Erin Bow

#belonging #hope #longing #wishing #family

How do you eat your roots? ↗

— Kamila Shamsie

#belonging #countries #home #identity #identity-crisis

I suddenly knew that religion, God - something beyond everyday life - was there to be found, provided one is really willing. And I saw that though what I felt in the church was only imagination, it was a step on the way; because imagination itself can be a kind of willingness - a pretence that things are real, due to one's longing for them. ↗

— Dodie Smith

#faith #god #imagination #longing #religion

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#glove #hand-in-glove #longing #love #touch

Would that thy love, beloved, had less trust in me, that it might be more anxious! ↗

— Héloïse d'Argenteuil

#desire #fear #jealousy #longing #love

Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want. ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#jo-march #longing #lost-love #love #spoil

Some of us aren't meant to belong. Some of us have to turn the world upside down and shake the hell out of it until we make our own place in it. ↗

— Elizabeth Lowell

#life-journey #outsider #life

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#love #love

Witch, do this for me, Find me a moon made of longing. Then cut it sliver thin, and having cut it, hang it high above my beloved's house, so that she may look up tonight and see it, and seeing it, sigh for me as I sigh for her, moon or no moon. ↗

— Clive Barker

#days-of-magic-nights-of-war #longing #love #sad-love #love