Longing Quotes - Page 6

You see how it is godlike to love the being of someone. Your existence is a delight to us. I hope you never have to long for a child as I did, but oh, what a splendid thing it has been that you came finally, and what a blessing to enjoy you now for almost seven years.

One of the deepest longings of the human soul is to be seen.

The Portuguese call it saudade: a longing for something so indefinite as to be indefinable. Love affairs, miseries of life, the way things were, people already dead, those who left and the ocean that tossed them on the shores of a different land - all things born of the soul that can only be felt.

It is poetic and lyrical; words that spill forth like cool waters into the dusty dry rock bed of the Soul desiring love. It has been said that I’ve lived in the desert all my life and do not know what it means to be wet.

The Memory Of You Is Like A Drug To Me

We clean our plates, yet we’re still famished - starving for something other than food.

She wore his flower
In her hair
Scent of amber
Sweetened the air
Her dress was white
Her feet bare
He found heaven
Waiting there
She is alive
In his painful sigh...

She is the ocean, gentle, smooth and calm on the surface…
I am the fooling diver, braving her deep, dark, dangerous depth…

Love a girl and she will give you a story to tell,
Love a woman and she will give you a novel to pen...

I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.

I didn't have that kind of friendship, the forever kind of friendship that will last your whole life through, no matter what.

That year, when the trees burned the fire of late summer into their leaves and the ground mist was a ghost of the river, long and wet and cold, the aunt looked from her windows to the walls around her and imagined another winter inside them. She began to see the world as a bird sees bars, and she scratched her arms beneath her sleeves.

Feathery dust everywhere surrounds me and as I breathe it in I breathe the scent of your skin, O' thee I am lovesick and homeless ~

Our stomachs live in towns," said Mma Potokwani, patting the front of her dress. 'That is where the work is. Our stomachs know that. But our hearts are usually somewhere else.