Quotes About Yearning

I wished it were a tidal wave, a tsunami, a hurricane that would destroy everything and carry me away

I can't go back and wait and wait...if [he] isn't going to come.

Being alone could sometimes feel terribly empty...

Among the uneducated (which frankly you would call the general population where I live) the serious reader is a lonely person. He goes about among the crowds with his thoughts stuffed inside him. He probably dare not even mention them to his nearest pals for fear of being thought a schmo. There's a hunger in his eyes for someone to talk to.

He was in her thoughts – a deep tender sultry garden.

Poor land, poor land, what do you mean to the heart that moves in me? Poor love, poor love, poor wife of mine, why do you weep so bitterly? (from Retribution book 2, I)

She wanted only to be feared. I wanted to be feared and loved. I didn't want everything she had as she stood onstage that night. I wanted more.

a woman with a lover's impatience with the whole world, a woman who feared when she did not get what she wanted that it meant she was not loved by creation itself; her need for success at seduction was like her need for dinner or breakfast. When

I could stand before him, be in his arms as I was just then, and still be lost to him, some phantom of a desire he cherished more than he cherished me, the woman he claimed to love.

And so it is sometimes when I sing that the notes come from me as if I believed I could reach them where they rest, they sure of a reunion I still cannot imagine or believe in except, sometimes, in song.

All thirsts are without explanations, as are all loves.

He had said this to me before, and as I heard it, I felt as if I were vanishing into all the other times he had said this to me, returning to a single place where I was always leaving him, and on my return, he was always saying something of this kind.

The travel writer seeks the world we have lost - the lost valleys of the imagination.

I always feel how necessary you are to me. But when you are absent, I become still more sensible of it and look around in vain for that satisfaction which you alone can bestow.

The feeling that everyone feels, of a life not lived.

Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.

I regret that I am not fire.

Sure she'd found males attractive. But wanting them? Needing to feel their skin? Taste their lips? Run her fingers through their hair as she growled and begged them for all things dirty? Not until now. Until Jean-Baptiste.

Dante to Abby: My God you are going to kill me. Again

Why is it that when you discover you can't have something, you want it even more?

She watched him in the glow of the lamplight, his broad shoulders hunched over the piano, his hair flopping over his face, and knew she couldn't fight her feelings for him any longer. Denying him wasn't going to make them go away. And looking at him right at this moment, she didn't want them to.

I can't help feeling as if there's something missing in my life. But I don't know what it is. And the harder I look, the more I can't find it because there's just too much pressure and not enough time.

If only" could break your heart.

In the desert we first make sure that a woman longs for the kiss, and then we kiss her without asking.