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“you’re gone and your unfinished poem lies alone on my desk— empty of tears, I only hope it rains today”

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“Nothing is more excruciating than hopelessly longing for lost love.”

“She chased the song like a hound fast upon a scent. She pursued it through a forest primeval: a dark land planted with musical staves and rests and grown thick with briars of annotation. On she went and on still until she caught sight of the song ahead of her, fleeting and sly. “I see it,” she said aloud, though she didn’t mean to.”

Music Musician Longing Violin Fiddle

Book:Fiddler's Green

Source: Fiddler's Green

“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 from me.”

Book:The Game Plan

Source: The Game Plan

“i never knew that the things i left unsaid made the loudest noise in her heart”

Love Romance Longing

Author:Aditya Kandari

“The only place I ever felt at home was with you. There isn’t a place for me anywhere anymore… I’ve been evicted.”

“In his heart, some tiny piece of what hadn't happened would lodge.”

Author:Simon Van Booy

“She was a music I no longer heard, that rang in my mind, itself and nothing else, lost to all sense, but not perished, not perished.”

Love Mother Loss Longing

Author:Marilynne Robinson

“had almost forgotten the wet brush of your kisses… soft as April snowflakes”

Loss Longing Memory The Past

Author:john j geddes

“The president is not at all like the powerful icon I imagined her to be. She’s more like I remember Amma: small and delicate with a sari that dances behind her as she walks. Of course, the president is clad in white, the color that shows eternal mourning of a lost child, while Amma never wore white. She wore reds and oranges and deep greens. Colors of celebration, of happiness. Perhaps she wears white now. Now that I am dead to her.”

Death Mother Longing Mourning Colors

Author:Holly Bodger

“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 father, the emotion was about more than place. It was a profound longing for everything that was lost and would never be regained.”

Longing Saudade

Book:The Orphans of Race Point

Source: The Orphans of Race Point