Quotes About Yearns

inside me like a hole that can never be filled and there was Mira Roche

I just need her man. I just fucking need her to be with me,

Unrequited love is better than returned love that fails. That way I can dream.

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

She said she didn't want rice. She didn't want anything anymore. Not a thing. But every once in a while she got a faraway look in her eyes and he knew she was thinking of some other place. A better place. Just once, she told him, I'd like to look out the window and see the sea.

She...wanted no one—apart from men in nineteenth-century novels, which put a whole new spin on the idea of 'unattainable.

Skylark Have you anything to say to me? Won't you tell me where my love can be?

Take me home, he said silently to Graff. In my dream you said you loved me. Take me home

You're the kind of man a man wants when a man wants a man.

Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed.

I thought, my love is so good, why isn't it calling the same thing back.

Ma'am, I said, I'd have liked it, having you for a ma.

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves flash and yearn

He longed for smut, but heard little and contributed less, and his chief indecencies were solitary.

My writing was all about you; all I did there, after all, was to bemoan what I could not bemoan upon your breast.

No one has ever been hopelessly in love with me. No, Carlos says. You always gave them hope, didn't you?

Still, I wanted to believe; indeed I longed to; and, in the end, how much of belief comes from longing?

neither for me honey nor the honey bee

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

In a few years you may find a Starbucks, which will bring the town what it yearns for: prepackaged, preapproved mainstream hipness.

Somewhere there must one Made for this soul, to move it.

Hanan Al-Shaykh

I thought, my love is so good, why isn't it calling the same thing back.

It is a pity that those whose good graces we long for are always dead.