Longing Quotes

God I missed this site. I missed the days it was active. I never want it to get deleted..


but everyone had this patina
of slightly bruised longing, this shimmer of
I think I knew you when we were children,
this look of I’ve loved you ever since you were born
and probably longer than that

Everyone Was Beautiful



I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote.

“Homesick is just a state of mind for me, that I’m always missing someone or some place or something, I’m always trying to get back some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.”

 
I would give anything I own: give up my life, my heart, my home; I would give everything I own, just to have you back again... just to touch you once again.
 





tu vas me manquer.


 

As of late, i seem to not be able to remember who I am, Not a a person, but as a spirit. Those who i left my trust and faith in have been seeming to dim. The lights from my life, slowing fading from existance. People always tell me that im important and that i matter a lot to them. It doesnt seem like it. It seems more and more painful. Honestly, i seem to be hating myself for it as well. Like it my fault for this. Ive come to terms with this before. Although it gets worse each time it happens. So far worse that ive been reverting back to my previous stages in life. When i didnt have friends. It doesnt appear like i have friends. My "friends" say that they care about me. 

I think about why i should even bother. I feel like im losing. Like there is no point in trying to even live my life. But everytime i do i feel dead. I have this selfhatred, that seems to be boiling like a pool of hot blood fresh from my dying body. I cant even see into my eyes anymore. Into my very soul. 

Do i even have my soul?

It just feels like this empty void that is just circulating in my body. Not knowing what to do. Wether to wake up or stay dormant, ill never know. 

Maybe one day ill be able to solve the mystery of how i truly died. Not a corpse but as a living husk that just walks around for days, months, even years. I remember when i used to laugh, about nothing at all it was better than going  mad. But now i cant solve any problems i have. I just cant live on like this anymore. I want to try being better than i already am but everyone keeps pushing me down. Like im not important, Some people barely remember my own name. I barely get to remember my own name. I rarely get to hear it anymore. 

My name is.....
              This longing, too large for heaven and earth, fits easily in 
  mY HeaRT.

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I  AM  A  CREATURE
OF GRIEF AND DUST
& BITTER LONGINGS.
THERE IS AN EMPTY
PLACE   WITHIN   ME
WHERE   MY   HEART
WAS ONCE.

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I don’t think you realize it.
My mother was more important to me than my father was.
My sister is more important to me than my mother was.
You — you are more important to me than my sister is.
I took you to that fancy shop to get pieces of metal to wrap around our fingers.
I drove you to another state, to a famous city,
where marriages can happen quickly,
because I had to have you ASAP.
I knew it.
I recognized it.
You were the one.
You are still the one.
I thought you felt the same.
You promised.
You vowed.
We agreed divorce was a no-no.
What happened?
I don’t understand.
I’m still here.
I’m still on our path.
You’re not.
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