#longing

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#longing #love #imagination

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#love #lovers #reunion #life

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

There I was, cold, isolated and desperate for something I knew I couldn't have. A solution. A remedy. Anything. ...I hated it. Alone and confused was the last place I wanted to be. Somehow I knew I deserved this. ↗

— Brian Krans

#blame #confusion #culpability #longing #blame

Fair as the moon and joyful as the light; Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams. ↗

— Christina Rossetti

#change #hope #longing #love #past

He lived to near the things he loved to seem poetical. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#love #passion #poetry #love

I really should be studying now, but you're much more important to me than a .50 calibre machine gun. ↗

— Kara Martinelli

#humor #letters #longing #love #wwii-history

For all her culture's attention to the physical, it seemingly has little to salve the creatural anguish of losing someone else's body, their touch, their heat, their oceanic heart...she doesn't want another body, she wants the body she loved, the forceps scar across his cheek that she traced with her hand, his penis, its elegant sweep to the side, the preternaturally soft skin. One wants what one has loved, not the idea of love. ↗

— Michelle Latiolais

#loneliness #longing #loss #lost-love #mourning

I do,” Drew admitted, his eyes devouring my body appreciatively. “But with you…I want so much more, Summer. So much more than you’re willing to give me.” He paused, “Every single touch, every single look you give me, I cherish. ↗

— Kailin Gow

#kailin-gow #longing #love #loving-summer #love

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