Quotes About Yearning

I asked myself whether, in bygone days, men had longed for bygone days as I, this summer morning, longed for certain ways of life that man had lost forever.

She was beautiful; my breath was taken; we were still lonely; she said yes.

He who recollects a thing by which he was once pleased desires to possess it in the same circumstances as when he first was pleased by it. He who was never pleased is doomed to an eternal hard-on.

The sad fact of life was that there were no cruising spots for heterosexual men. If there were, Joshua would be parked somewhere every day of his life, willing to sleep with any woman generous enough to pull up alongside him.

It's a strange grief… to die of nostalgia for something you you will never live.

I did not love you out or boredom or loneliness or caprice. I loved you because the desire for you was stronger than any happiness.

È uno strano dolore. Piano. - Morire di nostalgia per qualcosa che non vivrai mai.

To die of yearning for something you will never experience

Non ti amo per noia, o per solitudine, o per capriccio. Ti amo perchè il desiderio di te è più forte di qualsiasi felicità.

And a while later: 'It is a strange sort of pain.' Softly. 'To die of yearning for something you'll never experience.

Volevo dire che io la voglio, la vita, farei qualsiasi cosa per poter averla, tutta quella che c'è, tanta da impazzirne, non importa, posso anche impazzire ma la vita quella non voglio perdermela, io la voglio, davvero, dovesse anche fare un male da morire è vivere che voglio.

Quante volte avrebbe desiderato di vederla dinanzi viva e reale, piuttosto che averla sempre fissa nel pensiero, piuttosto che dover trovarsi, giorno e notte, in compagnia di quella gorma vana, terribile, impassibile!

Né una lettera, né due, né un volume intiero potrebbero bastare per tutto quello che avrei da dirvi, per tutto quello che avrei da chiedervi; ed è necessario ch'io tenga viva sempre la speranza di rivedervi, di passare un po' di tempo con voi, perché il ricordo della vostra amicizia non sia triste e cocente per me nella misura stessa in cui mi è caro.

Stripped of monarchy and magic spells, he was just a man in a mad world looking for the girl who shared his heart.

That night I lay in bed, remembering the moment when her hand touched mine. I wondered what it would be like to have her touch me not by accident, to maybe have her let me touch her.

You will wake only if kissed by a young man who is truly your love, truly your destiny, one who would walk miles and face torturous tests to find you.

I am a prisoner of love.

Then what is there for you? What is there for you if he does not love you?" Nothing.

I'm a better person when I'm with you. I don't want to stop being that person. I don't want you to go

Now that all the beauty of my old life is gone, I crave it like good. A beautiful thing like this rose: I almost want to eat it, to swallow it whole to replace the beauty I've lost.

She leans against me, head against my shoulders, and in that second, I know, against the lights and the bright and the heat and the gray, I really want to kiss her.

I knew something about loneliness, knew what it was to sit in my room, checking my phone for texts that never came, logging onto Facebook to see other people's statuses, happy statuses indicating their lives had gone on while mine hadn't.

Cette fleur parfaite, j'ai presque envie de la manger, de l'avaler pour remplacer la beauté que j'ai perdue.

To see Kyle, to wave to him, like getting off at the 79th street station, near where Kyle lives, instead of going all the way to the Lincoln Center station near school, so I can grab coffee and watch him walk by before I, too, walk on to Tuttle, about fifty feet behind him.