longing *

Just for a moment, she felt a longing to be one of them.

How much longing for a world you'll never see again?

She felt a longing for home where food was not a problem.

Was not his own life given over now to just such a longing?

I could see the longing look in her eyes when she asked them.

All she could feel was the fire of longing, though.

But I think my longing was what she could read.

A longing each of us has, in one way or another, for the good old days.

If in fact she had ever even felt anything, beyond her own longing to feel.

The night was clear, and he had a longing to hear the voice of his country.

It was as if someone had made her up, out of longing.

They had one thing in common: their longing to go home.

There were times when the longing took hold of her.

He could not let that longing get out of control.

At any rate he felt a great longing to go.

At other times it may seem as a longing for a someone or even a something.

It's the longing that makes you like her so much.

It was a longing that had been in her for always.

For the first time I heard a note of human longing in his voice.

Relationship, she thought as the longing rose up in her.

And in me was born a longing to know more of these people.

She had never heard his voice so full of pain and longing.

His longing to be free changed to a fear of what he would find.

The pain made his last living thought a longing for death.

I could feel a longing behind it deep inside of me.