#longing

And, at such a time, for a few of us there will always be a tugging at the heart—knowing a precious moment had gone and we not there. We can ask and ask but we can’t have again what once seemed ours for ever—the way things looked, that church alone in the fields, a bed on belfry floor, a remembered voice, a loved face. They’ve gone and you can only wait for the pain to pass. ↗

— J.L. Carr

#melancholy #wisdom #love

Erotic longing is really a longing to merge with something greater than oneself. For every kind of love is a force that holds the promise of taking us beyond the limitations of our individual lives. ↗

— Julianne Davidow

#individual #lives #longing #love #merge

Few things would gratify me as much as a rediscovered respect for things belonging to others. Not abusing the property of others (or that of the community) is one of the ways in which we respect others. It is an essential part of being considerate guests, no matter where we are: in an airplane, in a friend's home, in a movie theater, in a doctor's office, in a public library, or in a public square. ↗

— P.M. Forni

#property #respecting-others #home

Longing, whether for a passion or person, is one of the most powerful, yet painful, emotions there are. It can drive you to its source under the most extreme conditions, or it can cripple you from obtaining your dream. When it comes to the pull you feel, always go after it, if not, it'll eat you alive. ↗

— Jennifer Salaiz

#heart-ache #life #loneliness #longing #passion

..he wanted her. And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more. ↗

— Sarah MacLean

#longing #love #regret #romance #love

Desire is an appetite, quickly sated. Longing is a wound, an opening in the heart or the spirit. Whatever the cause, whatever the duration, it almost always leaves a scar. ↗

— Philip Sington

#longing #love #love

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

He was what the egotistical part of me had always longed for: danger, sexiness, popularity, style, unpredictability. The kind of man who'd always keep me guessing. Just one night with him and i'd already started to wonder if perhaps i'd spent the last two years in a comfortable coma. ↗

— Lucy Robinson

#longing #unpredictable #love

When sweet lullabies are whispered into the sky, my heart is filled with with the sorrow of time. So when the kiss of a midnight moon ends, drop sweet nothings to fill my ear. Too many years to be sincere, and too many lost favorites that were never there. A tear or two, and maybe three; apathy is-and may not be me. ↗

— Melody Aurora

#betrayal #intimacy #longing #love #sad

My life is like an autumn leaf I lie around unclaimed. The breeze blows me around, To be trampled under the feet of men. Natures cruel feast has bestowed me with pain, Pain of being a part, Just a part of someone. Pain of departing, Departing from that one. Pick me up like a rose, And hold me to your heart. Keep me there till he does not come. And when he comes do a good deed, Dig the earth below, And bury me deep For I don't want to lie around, Unclaimed, unloved. ↗

— Amit Abraham

#lonely #longing #love #unclaimed #life