Quotes About Yearning

And since Ive lost you, Im lost too.

I'm getting really tired of bleeding. Someone stop the world, I want to get off.

His thumb stroked my cheek. My eyes half-closed. When he spoke next, it was very softly, his voice an almost-physical caress against my whole body. My flesh tightened like a harpstring. I swallowed hard against the wave of liquid heat. "How can I possibly be jealous when I know you spent your time grieving for me, Dante?

There was a hole inside her, and it twisted.

He'd pulled back a little, just with his lower half, and I was afraid the scorch in my cheeks would set fire to the rest of me, because I an idea why. Wow. Oh wow.

I will do anything for you, just don't go anywhere. Just don't leave. Stand there and smile at me, and I'll do anything you want.

A happy life is one spent in learning, earning, and yearning.

He is wine and bread and deep in my stomach.

Nell and Fen had chased away my thoughts of suicide. But what had they left me with? Fierce desires, a great tide of feeling of which I could make little sense, an ache that seemed to have no name but want. I want. Intransitive. No object. It was the opposite of wanting to die. But it was scarcely more bearable.

Becca, though, I married. I don't know how other people do it, not stay with the girl whose ankle socks made your stomach flip at age fourteen, whose wet hair smells like your past—the girl who was with you the very moment you were introduced to happiness.

He kissed where I was touching, just below my collarbone, in that place where all my feelings got caught. I believed she'd sent him to me as a gift to help me through.

The impulse to touch her and all the life in her was something I had to check regularly.

Did love, she wondered, include this desperate yearning to present the world as truly beautiful to someone else?

I couldn't sleep beside him. It was too strong. I wanted him too much. It never went away. (32)

My body aches from my throat to my groin. I want him to slide his fingers into my bathing suit and make all the heaviness and misery go away. I feel like a hag in a fairy tale, waiting to be made young and supple again.

I want too much. I always have.

We hold hands on the way back, but it feels like we're still kissing. My whole body responds to his hand in mine.

Can you miss someone you've never known? Mary does.

Kept Burning and Distant" You return when you feel like it, like rain. And like rain you are tender, with the rain's inept tenderness. A passion so general I could be anywhere. You carry me out into the wet air. You lay me down on the leaves and the strong thing is not the sex, But waking up alone under the tress after.

Now they were merely trying to fill themselves up but not with the heart, not the soul. They'd lost both those along the way...

I knew my box of paints, stored away on the bedroom shelf of my small house across the ocean, could never create such colors.

Écrire, disait [Georges Perros], c'est renoncer au monde en implorant le monde de ne pas renoncer à nous. (p. 37)

We are all searching for the fairy tale. When it doesn't come, we try to create it.

I could never be sure whether he would be there when I arrived. On my way through the forest I used to pass a large granite block where I would stop, draw my breath and close my fists with my thumbs inside, then close my eyes and whisper: 'Please, please, please let him be there today,' before continuing. If he wasn't, I felt it was because I had done wrong. That somehow I had to earn the right to such pleasure.