Longings Quotes

“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“At times a person will make eye contact with Marianne, a bus conductor or someone looking for change, and she’ll be shocked briefly into the realisation that this is in fact her life, that she is actually visible to other people. This feeling opens her to certain longings: hunger and thirst, a desire to speak Swedish, a physical desire to swim or dance.”
― Sally Rooney, Normal People

“Envy is a sign of insecurity, yes; but so is longing to be envied.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

“I'm comming to You.
You are blazing.
I'm giving You a rose.
It embalms sweet.
I'm givin a kiss...
I melt of You.
I melt and flow with You.
Like an ice in a spring river.
I melt and stay.
Sun will vaporise us.
It will take us up into clouds.
And then we both will fall.
Drop by drop.
We'll fall out of the sky.
We'll raise from dew to fog.
Every sunny warm morning.
We'll let the wind pull us with him.
Cooling our selves in forest shadows.
There in silence we'll cool off
One from another.
But in stormy days and nights.
We'll billow and crash.
One to another.
Like crazy and wild.
We'll churn into white foam.
Ashore in sands we'll wait
For the yellow october leaves
Into them we'll fall asleep.
We'll fall into and freeze.

We'll freeze and melt again
And flow and raise and fall again.
Over and over again

Even if we were in separete glasses of water.
We would moove together and whisper.
Even if in the oceans mixed.
We would moove together and sing.

I'm comming to You.
You are blazing.
I'm giving You a rose
It embalms sweet.

...

If I'll ever meet You.
I' ll take our time...
To dance dance dance dance with You...”
― Martins Paparde

“The Marquess shrugged. “I’m a shadow. I do know I am a shadow, Iago. I know most of the time. It’s only when I cannot bear how everyone looks at me down here that I make myself forget it. Shadows are the other side of yourself. I had longings to be good, even then. I was just stronger than my wanting. I’m stronger than anything, really, when I want to be.” The Marquess’s hair turned white as the snow. “Do you know, we’re right underneath Springtime Parish? This place is the opposite of springtime. Everything past prime, boarded up for the season. Just above us, the light shines golden on daffodils full of rainwine and heartgrass and a terrible, wicked, sad girl I can’t get back to. I don’t even know if I want to. Do I want to be her again? Or do I want to be free? I come here to think about that. To be near her and consider it. I think I shall never be free. I think I traded my freedom for a better story. It was a better story, even if the ending needed work.”
― Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There

“Tough to part; lock, stock and barrel. Something remains, like recognizable tastes and smells, which kindle the faculty of memory, yea-pricks the soul.”
― APORVAKALA, Life... Love... Kumbh...

“Well, let's argue this out, Mr Blank. You, who represent Society, have the right to pay me four hundred francs a month. That's my market value, for I am an inefficient member of Society, slow in the uptake, uncertain, slightly damaged in the fray, there's no denying it. So you have the right to pay me four hundred francs a month, to lodge me in a small, dark room, to clothe me shabbily, to harass me with worry and monotony and unsatisfied longings till you get me to the point when I blush at a look, cry at a word. We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were. Isn't it so, Mr Blank? There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours. Some must cry so that the others may be able to laugh the more heartily.”
― Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight

“Minli suddenly thought of Ma and Ba. A wave of longing washed through her and a dryness caught in her throat that the tea could not moisten. Where the Mountain Meets the Moon.”
― Grace Lin, Where the Mountain Meets the Moon

“Let it all go to waste…
For what I long for, I’m bound to resign!
Bittersweet is, like the taste of wine,
This Love’s captivating taste.

Let my heart be tormented by wonder
It will never manage to attain.
On my window symphony of rain,
Open seas resound in strikes of thunder.

Let my soul be lost, ‘til Sun is set,
And be found reborn within its death,
I surrender the very last breath,
Confessing my sins with no regret.

Let it all go to waste, indeed.
For with or without it, the sentence is pain.
Therefore, in my stillness, silenced will remain,
Everlasting dream and consuming need.”
― Aleksandra Ninkovic

“You will find what you are looking for when you realize God has placed those longings in your heart as a divine desire; your hunger is a gift from God to draw you to Him. It's a holy want with a holy fulfillment. Everything you really need and want is offered by and found in Him.”
― Mike Bickle, The Seven Longings of the Human Heart

“If it were possible to create objects to meet one’s deepest longings then nobody would need God.”
― Eliza Granville, Gretel and the Dark

“Lonely Balcony

The deterioration brought by weariness was visible. Its burden of abandonment can be perceived at a glance. The balcony ache with longings. Even after the endurance of seasonal torments, it is still upholding its anatomy. It offers refuge to the willing souls, despite all the misery of life.”
― iqra iqbal

“The artist Georges Rouault wrote: 'An artist is like a galley slave, rowing toward a distant shore that he will never reach.' We all have a distant shore we'll never reach. But we can get so much richness from life while accepting that we are always rowing. Stretch yourself to consider the stories of desire. Learning never ends, and the particulars of life experiences are remarkable. Keep asking yourself what you want, and while you see the distant shore, notice and appreciate where you are, where you've come from, and all that it means to be you.”
― Charlotte Fox Weber, Tell Me What You Want: A Therapist and Her Clients Explore Our 12 Deepest Desires

“He looked like someone pretending to be a knight, which was bad. He figured pretending to be something he actually wanted to be was just asking for it.”
― Liam Perrin, Sir Thomas the Hesitant and the Table of Less Valued Knights

“أتمنى لو أهديك سوط أشواقى الذى يجلدنى كلما رحلت”
― بقلم فاطمة زكى

“Lonely Balcony

The deterioration brought by weariness was visible. Its burden of abandonment can be perceived at a glance. The balcony ache with longings. Even after the endurance of seasonal torments, it is still upholding its anatomy. It offers refuge to the willing souls, despite all the misery of life."
― Iqra Iqbal”
― iqra iqbal

“Longing is unavoidable, so live with it as best you can. Let it be an ally--the hunger that propels the hunt.”
― Clint McCown, Total Balance Farm

“I have had my share with boys,longings are for men heron.”
― Pushpa Ranana

“The gilded spiral
Of longings within.
Our very own cathedral
That points persistently to heaven.”
― Scott Hastie

“Later, you told me what your mother had said. How your father, the farmer, rose up slowly. You told me how your mother wailed on the other end of the phone, grieving her loss and complaining about the basketball of a goitre perched on her shoulder. She told you, your father walked onto the veranda and saw a chook floating ten feet above the ground. The chook didn’t flap a feather and just sat there brooding, swaying in the breeze.”
― Jon Gresham, We Rose Up Slowly

“My hearts been fleeting up so high,I'm longing for the leaps of the day & heaps of the night to pace my soul with a subtle sublimity of myth.”
― Madhushree Das

“If you try to reach your longings with violence or tricks, they usually lose their magic.”
― Radapar

“That is part of the beauty of literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Just as our bodies hunger for food and drink, our hearts long for love, our souls long to be pursued.”
― Justin Skeesuck, I'll Push You: A Journey of 500 Miles, Two Best Friends, and One Wheelchair