But no one can predict of a certainty what will happen. And none of it will change how I intend to spend the rest of my life. I will live it on my terms. And you... you can have all of me or nothing. I won't be an invalid any longer. Not even if it means losing you.

There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.

It is awareness of both our shared pain and our longing for happiness that links us to other people and helps us to turn toward them with compassion.

..he wanted her.And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.

There's a taste in the air, sweet and vaguely antiseptic, that reminds him of his teenage years in these streets, and of a general state of longing, a hunger for life to begin that from this distance seems like happiness.

I am running after you, and life, in desperate pursuit. My dream is that someday you will both turn and let me catch you. That dream carries me through every night... I have enclosed a hundred kisses in this letter. You must count them out carefully and not lose any.

I prayed for all his dreams to come true. I prayed that I would always be able to connect with him--even if I was no longer on earth.

We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.

Desiring another person is perhaps the most risky endeavor of all. As soon as you want somebody— really want him— it is as though you have taken a surgical needle and sutured your happiness to the skin of that person, so that any separation will now cause a lacerating injury.

I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.

Love Jo all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

There is a song in your heart, only you can hear it. In silence, that is the song of longing and love.

Oh my dear! I think about you always and miss you forever.

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

What hidden, hoarded longings there are in all of us.

Besides the pleasure derived from acquired knowledge, there lurks in the mind of man, and tinged with a shade of sadness, an unsatisfactory longing for something beyond the present, a striving towards regions yet unknown and unopened.

You could seldom get people to long for what was possible-that was the cruelty of it.

But for my sighs, I should be drowned by my tears; and but for my tears, I should be burned by my sighs.