#longing

Nondum amabam, et amare amabam ↗

— St. Augustine of Hippo

#loneliness #longing #love #yearning #love

My dearest -- But what more is there to be said? The things one says are always inadequate: it's the touch of live hands, of lips pressed to lips that count. I want to hold you and say nothing. I want -- ↗

— Anonymous Unknown Solider

#love #missing-someone #separation #love

Desiring another person is perhaps the most risky endeavor of all. As soon as you want somebody—really want him—it is as though you have taken a surgical needle and sutured your happiness to the skin of that person, so that any separation will now cause a lacerating injury. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#longing #love #love

I missed the sound of her shuffling her homework while I listened to music on her bed. I missed the cold of her feet against my legs when she climbed into bed. I missed the shape of her shadow where it fell across the page of my book. I missed the smell of her hair and the sound of her breath and my Rilke on her nightstand and her wet towel thrown over the back of her desk chair. It felt like I should be sated after having a whole day with her, but it just made me miss her more. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#sam-roth #music

The glitter in the sky looks as if I could scoop it all up in my hands and let the stars swirl and touch one another but they are so distant so very far apart that they cannot feel the warmth of each other even though they are made of burning. ↗

— Beth Revis

#nature #stars #nature

Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only one who seeks out another. His nature - if that word can be used in reference to man, who has ‘invented’ himself by saying ‘no’ to nature - consists in his longing to realize himself in another. Man is nostalgia and a search for communion. Therefore, when he is aware of himself he is aware of his lack of another, that is, of his solitude. ↗

— Octavio Paz

#nature #solitude #soul #nature

My library is an archive of longings. ↗

— Susan Sontag

#library #longing #books

He looked like someone pretending to be a knight, which was bad. He figured pretending to be something he actually wanted to be was just asking for it. ↗

— Liam Perrin

#dreams #longings #wisdom #dreams

I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery. ↗

— Craig Thompson

#insightful #longing #insight

...But the heart is not a computer that can be upgraded so quickly and easily with the latest version of love. Love cannot be sealed hermetically inside a tight box like any other on the store shelf; even though the word itself is in public domain, its quality is not. Love cannot promise a full customer satisfaction garanteed or a whole lifetime of dreams shared refunded, with no questions asked. Love cannot be agreed to in terms and conditions as quickly as the "Next" button being clicked. These unspoken terms and conditions grow and develop over time until it gets very messy, and no one remembers how such a mess of accusation and anger was able to overshadow their pure ecstasy of love, the spark between two people turning on a new operation system of togetherness for the first time. Love is always beta; never a golden master. If love were a computer, constant bug reports and subsequent fixes are the name of the game, and there are many unexplained breakdowns. The heart is too stubborn for explanations and too impatient for forgiveness, and there is usually no one at the tech support line. Forgive me stan, if I've crashed so often. It's just to hard to boot up to a whole new future without you. I am an empty monitor in search of a "hello. ↗

— Raymond Luczak

#longing #love #anger