#longing

See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#glove #hand-in-glove #longing #love #touch

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. ↗

— Roger Zelazny

#life #longing #poetry #pride #sense-of-wonder

Just because I'm not forever by your side doesn't mean that's not precisely where I want to be. ↗

— Stephanie Laurens

#demon-cynster #longing #love #romance #love

Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#love

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. ↗

— Maggie Osborne

#kiss #longing #love #romance #time

My beloved has arrived, but rather than greeting him, All I can do is bite the corner of my apron with a blank expression- What an awkward woman am I. My heart has longed for him as hugely and openly as a full moon But instead I narrow my eyes, and my glance to him Is sharp and narrow as the crescent moon. But then, I'm not the only one who behaves this way. My mother and my mother's mother were as silly and stumbling as I am when they were girls... Still, the love from my heart is overflowing, As bright and crimson as the heated metal in a blacksmith's forge. ↗

— Kim Dong Hwa

#longing #love #mothers #mothers-and-daughters #poetry

Scarlett: I only know that I love you! Rhett: That's your misfortune. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#loss #love #sadness #love

Nondum amabam, et amare amabam ↗

— St. Augustine of Hippo

#loneliness #longing #love #yearning #love

My dearest -- But what more is there to be said? The things one says are always inadequate: it's the touch of live hands, of lips pressed to lips that count. I want to hold you and say nothing. I want -- ↗

— Anonymous Unknown Solider

#love #missing-someone #separation #love

Desiring another person is perhaps the most risky endeavor of all. As soon as you want somebody—really want him—it is as though you have taken a surgical needle and sutured your happiness to the skin of that person, so that any separation will now cause a lacerating injury. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

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