Best Longing Quotes to Inspire, Uplift & Motivate You Every Day

“You see the first thing we love is a scene. For love at first sight requires the very sign of its suddenness; and of all things, it is the scene which seems to be seen best for the first time: a curtain parts and what had not yet ever been seen is devoured by the eyes: the scene consecrates the object I am going to love. The context is the constellation of elements, harmoniously arranged that encompass the experience of the amorous subject...”

“It suddenly struck me that Dawsey is a lonesome person. I think it may be that he has always been lonely, but he didn't mind before, and now he minds.”

“I know it's too early for the L-word, and yet it's there, bursting from the seams, begging to be spoken. And as Cooper kisses me good night at the door, I bury the word in the depths of my stomach with the kaleidoscope of butterflies he gives me.”

“Funny how someone you thought of every waking moment for months, how a type of longing that was so significant it became a building block of your identity, eventually slips wholly from your mind.”

“Her silence told me more than a thousand confessions—love doesn’t always scream, sometimes it whispers.”

“I told myself I could walk away. I just didn’t realize how much of me would stay with you.”

“How am I supposed to accept that I can’t talk to you anymore?”

“I missed a collection of moments, of movements, of body parts and gestures, of things she did and said. I had no idea if the sum of that was that I missed her as a whole, missed her as a person, but I craved the parts that made her who she was.”

“You used to sing,” Adam says. “All the time. It’s the first thing it took away from us. But I remember.”

“For the first time in my life, I felt the pain of missing people I had not yet left.”

“My mind is never empty of you. Not in waking; not even in dreaming.”

“There’s nothing like that feeling of waiting for a guy. It’s the loneliest feeling in the world. Holding that cell phone in your hand as you take out the trash, use the bathroom, change the litter box. Fearful that the one second you aren’t looking will be when they call. Pathetic. And something I have done as recently as last week.”

“I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind.”

“It is only recently that fairy tale, fantasy, myth, have been thought of as being exclusively for children... These so-called children's stories are aware of what many adults have forgotten- that the daily, time-bound world of provable fact is the secondary world, the shadow world, and it is story, painting, song, which give us our glimpses of reality.”

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.”

“I get the feeling I’ve been waiting for this to start for a really long time.”

“If I could hold on to just this one moment. If I had this one moment, I feel quite sure I could find my way back.”

“To scream is to believe there is someone out there who cares.”

“I wish I could run free with the horses and never again be the daughter of dropped miracles.”

“In all my wanderings through this world of care,”

“The beauty of a fragment is that it still supports the hope of brilliant completeness.”

“کاش میرے لئے بھی کوئی تھک جائے ، چور ہو جائے . اس قدر مجبور ہو جائے کہ اگر اس کی جیب میں ایک پیسہ بھی نہ ہو تو چلتے چلتے کسی بھاڑی سے ایک پھول ہی توڑ کر میرے لئے لے آئے ۔”

“What possesses the poor souls? Why this mad desire”

“A few more years." It's what you tell yourself when you're already sunk in the mud with spinning wheels. See, when you are in the middle of it, you don't realize that life and its myriad opportunities are slipping by. You keep waiting and dreaming, always believing there is a finish line to cross just beyond the horizon, where your struggles will conclude. Soon you will have enough money and time—you can feel it. When that time comes, you can put your plans into action.”

“...for all of that, I could still imagine a time when the small things we used to love might be returned to us.”

“The days passed in a dream. I pictured our reunion again and again, played it out in my mind over and over until I’d almost worn a groove in my thoughts, so deep that it seemed the only thing I could think of was our reunion. Anticipation is a gift. Perhaps there is none greater. Anticipation is born of hope. Indeed it is hope’s finest expression. In hope’s loss, however, is the greatest despair.”

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.”

“Plain Kate greased her boots and bandaged her feet, and soon she would walk like a Roamer born. She helped Drina with the water and the wood, and in the long, wet evenings she carved objarka burji.”

“Taggle, meanwhile, made himself popular, killing rats and bringing a rabbit into camp every evening, preening in the praise - silently, thank god, though at night, he recounted choice bits to Kate: "Rye Baro says I am a princeling; he split the leg bone for me so that I could eat the marrow. They love me. And I'm sure they'll keep you, too.”

“Tomorrow. Although she knew better than to trust the word, hope like habit was difficult to break.”

“MASHA:”

“Imagination doesn't always make you long for what you cannot have, but rather thrive in what you do not have.”

“There's a taste in the air, sweet and vaguely antiseptic, that reminds him of his teenage years in these streets, and of a general state of longing, a hunger for life to begin that from this distance seems like happiness.”

“Even her name seemed empty, as though it had detached itself from her and was floating untethered in his mind. How am I supposed to live without you? It was not a matter of the body; his body would carry on as usual. The problem was located in the word how: he would live, but without Elspeth the flavour, the manner, the method of living were lost to him. He would have to relearn solitude.”

“What the dead had no speech for, when living,”

“30 cents, two transfers, love”

“You are ice and fire”

“Wild Nights—Wild Nights!”

“I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be.”

“The physical pain was nothing, compared to the constant emotional pain, he lived with daily. Even now, he wondered what Anna would look like carrying his child. Imagined her smell, her smile, her touch. If she was pregnant, he would do whatever it took to convince her to marry him. And, if that didn't work, he'd kidnap her, until she saw reason or he found a corrupt minister to sign paperwork and declare them legally married. He grinned, thinking of all the ways Anna would punish him. And all the ways he would pleasure her...”

“I wish I knew how to get you back. And apparently fate won't let me give up”

“One spirit remained unaware of his presence, staring at Miss Parker with such longing that he reluctantly decided to let it stay. The spirit, a hollow-eyed girl with ringlets and clothing from long past, reached toward Percy, wishing to touch her. Alexi understood. When left to her own devices, Miss Parker was neither shy nor awkward; she was radiant.”

“I still remember that feeling of walking somewhere confidently, seeing him mid stride and putting my foot down just fine… but feeling like I stumbled.”

“You kissed me once and now you feel as if you’ve got some special kind of licence to do it whenever you want?”

“I believe in love at first sight…”

“I think I fell in love with you that amazing night on the kitchen floor. Or maybe it was the evening you stepped up and set my arm." Testing things, he reached for her hand, and, to his joy, she glared, but she let him take it. "Or maybe the night I knew I loved you was when I kissed you under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve. It's hard to say because I look at you now and it seems to me there's never been a time when I didn't love you.”

“I know he wasn’t perfect…”

“Though it’s reasons to burn may vary... you are always the fuel of my fire.”

“But no one can predict of a certainty what will happen. And none of it will change how I intend to spend the rest of my life. I will live it on my terms. And you... you can have all of me or nothing. I won't be an invalid any longer. Not even if it means losing you.”

“..he wanted her.”

“If you were mine, I'd never leave you, Prudence. I couldn't.”

“She was a ray of sunshine, a warm summer rain, a bright fire on a cold winter’s day, and now she could be dead because she had tried to save the man she loved.”

“He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.”

“Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.”

“I am running after you, and life, in desperate pursuit. My dream is that someday you will both turn and let me catch you. That dream carries me through every night... I have enclosed a hundred kisses in this letter. You must count them out carefully and not lose any.”

“lean in to kiss me”

“Your memory feels like home to me.”

“The Memory Of You Is Like A Drug To Me”

“To love is to think.”

“Mika: Were you happy?”

“And, at such a time, for a few of us there will always be a tugging at the heart—knowing a precious moment had gone and we not there. We can ask and ask but we can’t have again what once seemed ours for ever—the way things looked, that church alone in the fields, a bed on belfry floor, a remembered voice, a loved face. They’ve gone and you can only wait for the pain to pass.”

“I would fight every angel between us until God said, "Yes.”

“We are beautiful because we are sons and daughters of God, not because we look a certain way.”

“Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.”

“Stop longing. You poison today’s ease, reaching always for tomorrow.”