Quotes About Yearning

He feels as if he is floating, and she is weighting him to earth; he would like to put his arms around her and his face in her apron, and rest there listening to her heartbeat. But he doesn't want to mess her up, get blood all down the front of her.

He thinks, ten years I have had my soul flattened and pressed till it's not the thickness of paper. Henry has ground and ground me in the mill of his desires, and now I am fined down to dust I am no more use to him, I am powder in the wind. Princes hate those to whom they have incurred debts.

I wanted books like a vampire wants blood.

When they are alone, she lets him unlace her bodice.' 'At least he doesn't call you to do it.' 'He pulls down her shift and kisses her breasts.' 'Good man if he can find them.

But we yearn for our origins; we yearn for an innocent terrain.

Once Henry says, 'This is my wish,' it becomes so dear and familiar a wish that he thinks he has always had it. He names his need, and he wants it supplied.

O, give me burning blueand brittle burnt sea-weedabove the tide-line,as I stand, still unsatisfied,under the long shadow-on-snow of the pine.

I tasted, sensed, wanted beauty.

Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook, The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.

The worst moment came when Julie bleated, "Mom, Mom," sounding as plaintive as some lamb separated from the flock.

longing to trust someone; I was making life a fiction, or writing

For so long, I've only had one-sided feelings for other people. I've completely forgotten how good it feels to be loved.

He prayed for her, and she prayed for him. One needs to pray, in a world without a god.

I had always regarded Manhattan the way an orphan might think of the mother who had laid him on the doorstep of a mosque: it meant nothing to me but also everything.

I wanted everything good in the world for him; every dream he had, all of his secret plans, to come true. I suddenly was glad that Mona was his.

there is a contradiction between what desire wants – complete conquest – and what it needs in order to continue to exist:

Desire is that animal that remains fit only through undernourishment.

Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.

I wanted to wear her as you would a piece of clothing, to fold into her ribs, be a stone in her mouth.

I wanted this world to still. I wanted to fix it and be fixed within it. But everything was on the move, the clouds, the wind...

There has not been a day since his sudden and mysterious vanishing that I have not been searching for him, looking in the most unlikely places. Everything and everyone, existence itself, has become an evocation, a possibility for resemblance. Perhaps this is what is meant by that brief and now almost archaic word: elegy

All I could do was escape from reality, but every time I tried to escape from the pain, that same pain told me that I had probably been falling in love with him.

He loved me and I would rather have him become one with me than disappear from my life. Then I'd never have to be away from him ever again. He said I was important to him. So why did he leave me? How could he leave me?

All I wanted was to be part of an underground world where the sun doesn't shine, there are no serenades, and the sound of children's laughter is never, ever heard.