Quotes About Pining

Bee had never been so hungry in her life. Oh, she'd been hungry plenty of times. Stomach-growling, eat-a-big-meal hungry. But this was different.

There is a popular saying, "More rare than pine is the smell of pining"—which is rare indeed, for there are few pine trees in this part of the Ozarks.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

Longing is its own kind of perverse delight.

So for that split second I thought he was going to say my name. But then I saw the way he blushed, the way he looked off into space, and I knew it wasn't for me" - Lara Jean

Memory is hunger.

Missing someone feels like hunger. An insatiable emptiness right at the core of yourself.

Is romantic yearning an appetite for [H]eaven, or is it the ultimate refinement of covetousness?

This is the problem with hunger. This is the problem with love. There is no end in sight.

Everything seemed slow, molasses slow, lovesick slow.

I read books as though I were eating apples, core and all, starved for those pages, hungry for every word that told me about things I didn't yet have, but still wanted terribly, wanted until it hurt.

The absence of food doesn't make a man forsake hunger-it only makes him hungrier .

All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness.

But all that night his body yearned for Alec's, despite him.

a human can't last for long without a heartbeat, and as long as you are turned away how can my heart go on beating?

Now that he'd seen her, he knew what he'd long suspected. He was far from over her. *

Como é que se matam saudades não é coisa que se explique de um modo claro. Ele não há ferro nem fogo, corda nem veneno, e todavia as saudades expiram, para a ressurreição, alguma vez antes do terceiro dia. Há quem creia que, ainda mortas, são doces, mais que doces. Esse ponto, no nosso caso, não pode ser ventilado, nem eu quero desenvolvê-lo, como aliás cumpria.

All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.

Si jamás te tocara, qué profunda extrañeza-.

Their pure hate was tainted now. We pine for avengers. We get bigots, thugs.

Eventually, it wasn't even your dad I wanted, just anybody. Anybody at all.

My whole desire is to run up and down the sea coast looking for you.

On these occasions I read quickly, voraciously, almost skimming, trying to get as much into my head as possible before the next long starvation. If it were eating it would be gluttony of the famished; if it were sex it would be a swift furtive stand-up in an alley somewhere.

you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth