#long

The loneliest days are the ones where you keep company with someone you love who can’t hear you. ↗

— Holly Robinson

#longing #relationships-love #love

You think embracing the longing while waiting for the right man is impossible? Well obviously you didn't get the memo. ↗

— Osayi Osar-Emokpae

#longing #love #relationship #love

Orito banishes all thoughts of Jacob de Zoet, and recalls Jacob de Zoet. ↗

— David Mitchell

#longing #love #love

White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above; White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love. Still hangs the hedge without a gust, Still, still the shadows stay: My feet upon the moonlit dust Pursue the ceaseless way. The world is round, so travellers tell, And straight through reach the track, Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well, The way will guide one back. But ere the circle homeward hies Far, far must it remove: White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#long-journey #love #moon #moonlight #road

Some of the freckles I once loved are now closer to liver spots. But it’s still the eyes we look at, isn’t it? That’s where we found the other person, and find them still. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#contentment #familiarity #habit #long-term-relationships #love

The lasting sweetness of the wealth obtained is directly proportional to the honesty of its source. Dishonest wealth does not last. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#honest #last-long #long-lasting #money #presist

Big production, no story, as they say around the movie lots. I guess Sylvia is happy enough, though not necessarily with me. In our circle that's not too important. There's always something to do if you don't have to work or consider the cost. It's no real fun, but the rich don't know that. They never had any. They never want anything very hard except maybe somebody else's wife and that's a pretty pale desire compared to the way a plumber's wife wants new curtains for the living room. ↗

— Raymond Chandler "The Long Goodbye"

#raymond-chandler #the-long-goodbye #movies

You make me thirsty, Promethea, my river, you make me eternally thirsty, my water. As if I had spent my life in an old house of dried mud, so dry myself that I could not even thirst, until yesterday. And suddenly yesterday, the dusty floor of my old house burst open and while I was still dozing away my parched existence, drop by drop I heard the music of coolness awaken the thirst under my dry soul. And leaning over the dark shaft of my life, I saw my childhood springs unearthed. Is that always how (by accident) we rediscover Magdalenian riches? ↗

— Hélène Cixous

#childhood #longing #soul #source #thirst