Quotes About Yearning

One day I wandered away from her and hid. I liked the way it felt to have someone look for me, to hear my name again and again. Oskar! Oskar! Maybe I didn't even like it, but I needed it right then.

I wanted to shout myself into his ear.

I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.

He would wake from sleep to miss the weight that never depress the bed next to him, remember in earnest the weight of gestures she never made, long for the un-weight of her un-arm slung over his too real chest, making his widower's remembrances that much more convincing and the pain that much more real.

I put my hands into the pockets of all his jackets

How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love? Why does anyone ever make love?

And was the next word I lost, probably because it was so close to her name, what a simple word to say, what a profound word to lose.

I said, not knowing what the next words out of my mouth would be, but wanting them to be mine, wanting, more than I'd ever wanted anything, to express the center of me to and be understood.

Dat is de tragiek van de liefde: je houdt van niets zoveel als van dat wat je mist.

Love me, because love does not exist, and I tried everything.

faces pressed against the pane, full of little, content with sawdust tears.

Hiçbir ÅŸeyi özlediÄŸin bir ÅŸeyden daha fazla sevemezsin.

I thought about packing my bags, I thought about jumping out a window, I sat on the bed and thought, I thought about you. What kind of food did you life, what was your favorite song, who was the first girl you kissed, and where, and how, I'm running out of room, I want an infinitely long blank book and forever.

And by midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else.

I would give everything never to think about her again, I can only hold on to the things I want to lose.

Maybe it's true that you can use up all of your tears...It was nice to think about, because what I wanted was to be empty.

sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all of the lives I'm not living.

E' la tragedia di amare, non si può amare niente più di quello che ci manca.

Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.

They had never seen one another from afar. They had never known the deepest intimacy, that closeness attainable only with distance

Maybe we're just missing things we've lost, or hoping for what we want to come.

I observed that the hero had small rivers descending his face, and I wanted to put my hand on his face, to be architecture for him

I yearned to press my ear to the door so that I could at minimum hear. But I knew that my side was on the outside with the hero. Part of me hated this, and part of me was grateful, because once you hear something, you can never return to the time before you heard it.

It's better to lose than never to have had. I lost something I never had. You had everything.