“And then— He leans in. Not much. Just slightly. Just enough that if she moved even an inch— Their lips would touch.”
Source: Between Us: A Slow-Burn Romance Full of Banter, Chaos, and Unfinished Conversations
“So many of us love tragic drama, rainy days, tearjerker movies. We adore cherry blossoms--we even hold festivals in their honor--preferring them to equally lovely flowers because they die young. (The Japanese, who love sakura flowers most of all, attribute this preference to mono no aware, which means a desired state of gentle sorrow brought about by "the pathos of things" and "a sensitivity to impermanence").”
Source: Bittersweet: How Sorrow and Longing Make Us Whole
“If you have a dream, keep it. But write it down and take appropriate actions to see it manifest.”
Source: From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph over Death and Conscious Encounters With the Divine Presence
“Longing itself is divine," writes the Hindu spiritual leader Sri Sri Ravi Shankar. "Longing for worldly things makes you inert. Longing for Infinity fills you with life. The skill is to bear the pain of longing and move on. True longing brings up spurts of bliss."
At the heart of all these traditions is this pain of separation, the longing for reunion, and occasionally, the transcendent achievement of it.”
Source: Bittersweet: How Sorrow and Longing Make Us Whole
“Era como si las madres se quedaran mirando fijamente algo que ni tan siquiera eran capaces de recordar. ¿Qué era...?”
Source: Nightbitch
“Why don’t you put up a stand by the road.” I blurted out.”
Source: Just Out Of Reach
“When Allerton was asleep, he rolled over and threw his knee across Lee's body. Lee lay still so Allerton wouldn't wake up and move away.”
Source: Queer
“I myself am a ball of unfocused longing. When I'm quiet I can hear my heart yearning for impossible things.”
Source: Summer Romance
“Love had resurrected them; the heart of one contained infinite sources of life for the heart of the other.”
Source: Crime and Punishment (Norton Critical Editions) 3rd edition by Fyodor Dostoevsky (1989) Paperback
“But this man passing by me now was nothing like my Daddy.”
Source: Scarlet Yearnings: Stories of Love and Desire