Is there anything better than to be longing for something, when you know it is within reach?

And there you have it... if I knew that I could only have a few nights in that man's arms or nothing, I would take those magic nights and use them to keep me warm for the rest of my life.

Minli suddenly thought of Ma and Ba. A wave of longing washed through her and a dryness caught in her throat that the tea could not moisten. Where the Mountain Meets the Moon.

Tell me you've seen the world. Now, you've come back home. Tell me you've carried me with you, That you've held me close. Tell me you've missed me Or that I'm not crazy for waiting cause Of all the...

The only thing that can hurt me now is the thought of never knowing this feeling again. To never be able to touch you this way again...

I wish I had done everything on earth with you

Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom... I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

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

A wave of saudade swept over me as I realized home never existed at all. The concept of home felt far from my reach, and I felt sick with longing.

You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow

all his prayers of the past had been simple concrete requests: God, give me a bicycle, a knife with seven blades, a box of oil paints. Only how, how, could you say something so indefinite, so...

How many other lives are hidden, and hearts are seeking? How many would give anything in the world to be held by the person they love?

But when she put her fingers into the water and pulled a marble out, it was small by comparison with those still in the glass, and unimportant, too. It was like the difference between what you long...

‎It always seemed somehow less real here... a really detailed dream, but sort of washed out, like a thin watercolor. Softer, somehow, even with their electric light and engines and everything. I...

30 cents, two transfers, loveThinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two transfers before discoverin

I realized that the longing for art, like the longing for love, is a malady that blinds us, and makes us forget the things we already know, obscuring reality.

The beauty of a fragment is that it still supports the hope of brilliant completeness.

It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure of longing, a measure of discontent, a measure of fatigue, a dash of bitterness,...

Wouldn't it be nice to be done with it? To be done with sex and longing? Mitchell could almost imagine pulling it off, sitting on a bridge at night with the Seine flowing by. He looked up at all the...

Like you're riding a train at night across some vast plain, and youcatch a glimpse of a tiny light in a window of a farmhouse. In aninstant it's sucked back into the darkness behind and vanishes....

He loved her; in some ways he was devoted to her. But he couldn't reach her, and it was the same on her side. It was as if they'd drunk some fatal potion that would keep them forever apart, even...

She left two mermaid tears, crystals with a bit of salt embedded in them, on his pillow.