longing

Would that thy love, beloved, had less trust in me, that it might be more anxious!

I long for the day when I hear the musicwithout any song.

The waltz held the feeling you get when you finish a well-loved book. It left me longing for something I couldn't name.

My library is an archive of longings.

A man wants too many things before marriage, but only peace after it.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.

The problem with stealing the magician's assistant from a carnival was that you were always waiting for her to disappear. He expected her to vanish. She had in fact, multiple times, before Simon was born, and just after, too. ...Daniel wanted to be worried for, wanted to be missed without doing any of the leaving that missing demanded. When Paulina left, he counted breaths, and thought constantly of the disappearing box. The reappearing was the most important part of the trick. Eventually he stopped living in fear that she wouldn't come back. The more pressing concern was that she was cutting herself in two.

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.

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

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

There__ nothing like that feeling of waiting for a guy. It__ 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__ looking will be when they call. Pathetic. And something I have done as recently as last week.

I miss you in waves and tonight I__ drowning. You left me fending for my life and it feels like you__e the only one who can bring me back to the shore alive.

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...Love at first sight is always spoken in the past tense. The scene is perfectly adapted to this temporal phenomenon: distinct, abrupt, framed, it is already a memory (the nature of a photograph is not to represent but to memorialize)... this scene has all the magnificence of an accident: I cannot get over having had this good fortune: to meet what matches my d

I don__ know what they are called, the spaces between seconds_ but I think of you always in those intervals.

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

My longing for truth was a single prayer.

I have this insane and unabated longing for San Francisco. I come up there every chance that I get.