#longing

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

When I see individuals so passionate for their chosen field, I feel a very strong sense of belonging. Passion unites us – not just every writer and every chef but every musician, every artist, every man, woman and child who throws themselves into an activity not for money or fame or because it makes any sense at all but because they love it and they must. ↗

— Thomas Brown

#belonging #love #passion #passionate #art

I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#remember

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

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

We are homesick most for the places we have never known. ↗

— Carson McCullers

#nostalgia #nostalgia

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