#longing

You think embracing the longing while waiting for the right man is impossible? Well obviously you didn't get the memo. ↗

— Osayi Osar-Emokpae

#longing #love #relationship #love

Orito banishes all thoughts of Jacob de Zoet, and recalls Jacob de Zoet. ↗

— David Mitchell

#longing #love #love

It had been dark at the beach for hours, he hadn't been smoking much and it wasn't headlights – but before she turned away, he could swear he saw light falling on her face, the orange light just after sunset that catches a face turned to the west, watching the ocean for someone to come in on the last wave of the day, in to shore and safety. ↗

— Thomas Pynchon

#love #romantic #love

You make me thirsty, Promethea, my river, you make me eternally thirsty, my water. As if I had spent my life in an old house of dried mud, so dry myself that I could not even thirst, until yesterday. And suddenly yesterday, the dusty floor of my old house burst open and while I was still dozing away my parched existence, drop by drop I heard the music of coolness awaken the thirst under my dry soul. And leaning over the dark shaft of my life, I saw my childhood springs unearthed. Is that always how (by accident) we rediscover Magdalenian riches? ↗

— Hélène Cixous

#childhood #longing #soul #source #thirst

The fact is, that for the Huichol, and for all those who refuse, who are in flight, words and things are precisely what language does not speak about. Language is a natural act which implies belonging. He who exists, speaks. He who does not speak, does not exist. He has no place in the world. The Huichol language is Huichol to the same degree as the Huichol earth, the Huichol sky, religion, tattooing, dress, the peyoteros' hat. It is not enough to pronounce the syllables of the Huichol language to be Huichol. That is obvious. ↗

— J.M.G. Le Clézio

#belonging #culture #language #other #nature

Gwynn, she was always talking about wanting to be drunk and honestly I did want to encourage that, I wanted to go to a bar with her and let all the stuff sobriety pushed down be released so I could catch it in my palms and finally kiss her. She was just so sad. Melancholy was a fleshy wave permanently cresting on her face, she had to speak through it when she talked. ↗

— Michelle Tea

#emotion #longing #love #melancholy #sobriety

A book is good company. It is full of conversation without loquacity. It comes to your longing with full instruction, but pursues you never. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#comes #company #conversation #full #good

People enjoy the interaction on the Internet, and the feeling of belonging to a group that does something interesting: that's how some software projects are born. ↗

— Linus Torvalds

#born #does #enjoy #feeling #group

I am involved in a freedom ride protesting the loss of the minority rights belonging to the few remaining earthbound stars. All we demanded was our right to twinkle. ↗

— Marilyn Monroe

#belonging #demanded #few #freedom #i

There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#love #lovers #romance #separation #love