164 quotes found
“He breathes in deep, then lets it go with a shaky gust. I hate this. I hate it so much. His grip makes my ribs protest, and his voice goes rough. I feel like some essential organ is being ripped fr...”
“i never knew that the things i left unsaidmade the loudest noise in her heart”
“For some reason, she thought of how the old people wept when they played fado music at the annual Portuguese Festival. Saudade , her great-aunt Del called it: homesick music. But according to her f...”
“The voice of the waves was now mixed with strange sounds; laughter, running feet and the clanging of great bells far out to sea. Snufkin lay still and listened. dreaming and remembering his trip ro...”
“Is there anything better than to be longing for something, when you know it is within reach?”
“... and you start telling a story about accidentally stealing shoes from an outlet and we've been on the steps for almost twenty minutes and you're so nervous and excited that you keep talking abou...”
“In his heart, some tiny piece of what hadn't happened would lodge.”
“Sometimes what we want lies behind a door our own actions have locked tight.”
“I've lived to see my longings dieI've lived to see my longings die:My dreams and I have grown apart;Now only sorrow haunts my eye,The wages of a bitter heart.Beneath the storms of hostile fate,My f...”
“But I love him.""So love him.""But I miss him.""So miss him. Send him love and light every time you think about him, and then drop it.”
“It's not that I wait for you.It's that my arms are doors I cannot close.”
“When we lay together, she showed me her soul, and I showed her mine, and they were the same. As you can imagine, mine was battered and bruised, tarnished like ancient metal. She scrubbed it clean. ...”
“I gave up hoping...But, still, I would think of him, I would cherish his image in my mind, and treasure every word, look and gesture that memory could retain.”
“Love a girl and she will give you a story to tell,Love a woman and she will give you a novel to pen...”
“Perhaps it is better not to tell what you wish. if you cannot have it.”
“To long to read.”
“Im always soft for you, thats the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say come here, its been too long, it felt like home with you.”
“Lets call my mood melancholy; lets call it remembrance. Or maybe lets call it longing. Yes, lets call it longing instead.”
“When we parted, on the Boulevard du Montparnasse, I leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek. If you do find paradise, she said, turning to leave, send me a grape.”
“His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain.”
