#longing

...my body has become another country and I feel like an unemployed illegal alien how will I survive where I do not belong I belong with you ↗

— Patrick Califia-Rice

#change #longing #poem #change

They should not clench their fists, it’s my longing that’s drawing me near to them; they should not stand there full of rage, my longing is timidly drawing near to them; they should not be ready to pounce like vicious dogs, as if they wanted to tear my longing to shreds; they should not threaten with broad sleeves, that pains my longing. Why have they suddenly changed? As great and deep is my longing. No matter how difficult, no matter how menacing: I must reach them and I’m already there. ↗

— Robert Walser

#the-trees #change

‎"It always seemed somehow less real here... a really detailed dream, but sort of washed out, like a thin watercolor. Softer, somehow, even with their electric light and engines and everything. I guess it was because there was hardly any magic. ↗

— Garth Nix

#longing #real-world #reality #dreams

My dear boy, looking like a thing has little to do with being a thing. Be the thing first, and you will grow to resemble it. ↗

— Liam Perrin

#appearances #discouragement #dreams #longing #wisdom

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

There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

#imagination

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

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

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you, I miss you. Be ready, because when I see you, I'll never let you go again. ↗

— Veronica Rossi

#love #never-let-go #love