#longing

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 introduced Nora as my wife, though that was a lie. Old people, that's what they wanted to hear. If you were married, you were mature, reliable, exactly like them, because in their day men and women didn't just live together--they made a commitment, they had children and went on cruises and built big houses on lakes and filled them with all the precious trinkets and manufactured artifacts they'd collected along the way. ↗

— T.C. Boyle

#cohabitation #commitment #marriage #maturity #reliability

We long for things that harm us and run from the things that grow and heal us. We think good is bad and bad is good. ↗

— Tessa Afshar

#long #longing #growth

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

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

But I also knew that if he turned away from me at this moment, somehow I would survive that, and I would find a way to flourish like the yard that still bloomed and grew around my family home. I'm Sookie Stackhouse. I belong here. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#flourishing #survival #surviving #family

And in fact the artist's experience lies so unbelievably close to the sexual, to its pain and its pleasure, that the two phenomena are really just different forms of one and the same longing and bliss. And if instead of "heat" one could say "sex";- sex in the great, pure sense of the word, free of any sin attached to it by the Church, - then his art would be very great and infinitely important. His poetic power is great and as strong as a primal instinct; it has its own relentless rhythms in itself and explodes from him like a volcano. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#artist #bliss #longing #sex #art

Like you're riding a train at night across some vast plain, and you catch a glimpse of a tiny light in a window of a farmhouse. In an instant it's sucked back into the darkness behind and vanishes. But if you close your eyes, that point of light stays with you, just barely for a few moments. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#longing #love #love