#longing

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real. ↗

— Laura Whitcomb

#love #love

Do you think that the people of South Africa, or anywhere on the continent of Africa, or India, or Pakistan are longing to be kicked around all over again? ↗

— Arundhati Roy

#again #anywhere #around #continent #india

Here You always belonged here. You were theirs, certain as a rock. I’m the one who worries if I fit in with the furniture and the landscape. But I “follow too much the devices and desires of my own heart.” Already the curves in the road are familiar to me, and the mountain in all kinds of light, treating all people the same. and when I come over the hill, I see the house, with its generous and firm proportions, smoke rising gaily from the chimney. I feel my life start up again, like a cutting when it grows the first pale and tentative root hair in a glass of water. ↗

— Jane Kenyon

#home #rebirth #home

I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#love #beauty

Captain Fisher, the commander, with a party of young ladies from the city and gentlemen belonging to his ship, came one day to pay me a visit in the midst of a deluge of rain. ↗

— Joshua Slocum

#came #captain #city #commander #day

The way I miss my daughter Esme is to worry about her. It is not a pleasurable longing. It contorts my body and scrambles my brain, makes me stop breathing, clench my jaw and my fists, it makes me frown, and makes me blind and deaf, in fact entirely without sensory perception. ↗

— Olivia Williams

#blind #body #brain #breathing #daughter

Wanting him to come back before anyone notices part of the world has not moved since he left. ↗

— Brian Andreas

#longing #love #relationships #story-people #life

But why, she thought wryly, did a man seem more attractive as he became less available? How humbling to think one had so much in common with a cow stretching its neck through a gate for better grass. ↗

— Mary Jo Putney

#love #love

Oh, I wish I lived in a caravan!’ said Jimmy longingly. ‘How lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go away down the lanes and through the towns, and stand still in fields at night! ↗

— Enid Blyton

#fields #house #longing #towns #wheels

Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you. ↗

— Ovid

#homesickness #longing #love #love