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Tag: longing, love

Ta-Nehisi Coates

What did I know of loving anything, beyond a longing, beyond being biased in one woman’s direction.

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.

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.

I didn’t want this dance to end, or Kiggs to let go of my hand. I didn’t want him to turn his eyes away, or live any other moment than this one.

Karina Szczurek

The correspondence testifies to the frailty of human longings, to the process of how something precious can turn fatal, a reality become illusion. We are reminded that love should be cherished when it comes your way, because no matter in what form it arrives, carrying no matter what baggage in its fragile beautiful hands, you should welcome it and protect it from the harshness of this world.

I couldn’t reach him from here even if I tried.

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.

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

Karen Marie Moning

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.

Elizabeth Gaskell

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.

Corinne Bailey Rae

Till then I wasn’t alive, I longed for you like the love sick moon pulls the tide

But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.