#longing

Benvolio: What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? Romeo: Not having that, which, having, makes them short. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#love #love

It seemed as though he gave way all at once; he was so languid that he could not control his thoughts; they would wander to her; they would bring back the scene,- not of his repulse and rejection the day before but the looks, the actions of the day before that. He went along the crowded streets mechanically, winding in and out among the people, but never seeing them, -almost sick with longing for that one half-hour-that one brief space of time when she clung to him, and her heart beat against his-to come once again. ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#love #love

Don't let's ask for the moon! We have the stars! ↗

— Olive Higgins Prouty

#loss #love #moon #stars #love

I introduced Nora as my wife, though that was a lie. Old people, that's what they wanted to hear. If you were married, you were mature, reliable, exactly like them, because in their day men and women didn't just live together--they made a commitment, they had children and went on cruises and built big houses on lakes and filled them with all the precious trinkets and manufactured artifacts they'd collected along the way. ↗

— T.C. Boyle

#cohabitation #commitment #marriage #maturity #reliability

The glitter in the sky looks as if I could scoop it all up in my hands and let the stars swirl and touch one another but they are so distant so very far apart that they cannot feel the warmth of each other even though they are made of burning. ↗

— Beth Revis

#nature #stars #nature

Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only one who seeks out another. His nature - if that word can be used in reference to man, who has ‘invented’ himself by saying ‘no’ to nature - consists in his longing to realize himself in another. Man is nostalgia and a search for communion. Therefore, when he is aware of himself he is aware of his lack of another, that is, of his solitude. ↗

— Octavio Paz

#nature #solitude #soul #nature

I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#remember

The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure. ↗

— Cornelia Funke

#sea #sea

Do you know what the mathematical expression is for longing? ... The negative numbers. The formalization of the feeling that you are missing something. ↗

— Peter Høeg

#longing #mathematics #missing #negative-numbers #mathematics

If your heart is broken, do you have a phantom heart? ↗

— Damon Suede

#gay-romance #longing #breakups