longing

i never knew that the things i left unsaidmade the loudest noise in her heart

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

Erotic longing is really a longing to merge with something greater than oneself. For every kind of love is a force that holds the promise of taking us beyond the limitations of our individual lives.

As he walked past the newsstand, he couldn't help sniffing the air, searching for hints of bacon, coconut, and vanilla. Combined with John's declaration that he needed to get laid, he couldn't get that smell off his mind, or her adorable freckles, or the broken expression on her face as she blew past him on the sidewalk. Such a marvelous creature deserved someone who understood her talents- someone like him, perhaps.

I call him my friend, but in the last year it's seemed too casual a word for what Gale is to me. A pang of longing shoots through my chest. If only he was with me now! But of course, I don't want that. I don't want him in the arena where he'd be dead in a few days. I just... I just miss him. And I hate being so alone. Does he miss me? He must.

You can miss a person you've never known.

How sad, he thought, that desire found new objects but did not abate, that when it came to longing there was no end.

If your heart is broken, do you have a phantom heart?

A line from The Picture of Dorian Gray kept running through my head- a line which, I thought, might have been written by the Devil himself:"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself.

Never let the meaning of your love light escape to the dark nothingness of oblivion.

But I said that you could still want something that is very unlikely to happen.

Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.

I wonder how much of the day I spend just callin' after you.

Some people never say the words __ love you_, for like a child they__e longing to be told.

Happiness is the gap between loving and longing.

A river starts by longing for the ocean...

The tides rolled up to crash against the shore while we sat feet from one another with the remnants of all we__ left unsaid driving us apart.

She had been his talisman, his cure for the insecurities and worries that he knew deep down didn't really matter, but somehow had always managed to get the best of him.