From everything I wanted us to be, the worst happened: we turned out longing. Honestly? I love you. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Whatever love meant there was some version of it that I felt for Winter. And it didn't matter if he felt that… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
“What I didn’t know back then, is that I was cold. I’d turned off the longing, knowing that if I let one… — Suzanne Palmieri Copy Share Image
“Songs of longing! And they will resound in my letters, just as they always have, sometimes loudly and sometimes secretly so that… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
