Quotes About Yearning

The first time he saw her she reminded him a distant memory of falling from a height.

They belonged to a generation that was yearning, every last one of them, to return home. To be buried under their own vine and fig tree, they liked to say.

Like no one else... you share that part of my mind that associates itself mostly with ideal things and places... The impression thinking about you gives me is very closely linked with that given me by a lonely hillside or a sunny afternoon... or books that have meant more to me than I can explain... This is grand, but still it isn't enough for this world... The earthly and obvious part of me longs to see and touch you and realise you as tangible.

But I know these things will never come back,

Q: Why do I love thee, O Night? A: Because you know I will never answer.

If I am missed, I may be found—by those who want to see me.

But her soft lips were upon his, drinking his living breath, and he was now gasping in divine madness, pressing his mouth over hers like a drowning man, breathing through her. . . . "That

Together? " Rose asked. "Are we -- together ?" He took one of her hands--it seemed so small and fragile in his own large, rough hand. Her porcelain skin looked even paler against his. " Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I knew that I had to make you my woman , It was a feeling that was stronger than anything I have ever known before, and I am a man who goes after what he wants." He pulled her close to him and let his gaze meet hers, as he added, " And, my Wild Rose , I want you.

My self is at one remove Because it has gone to you Who will not display The sense of me another, Being bound in yourself By my forlorn desire. And yet I would not not love If I could choose not to; For I require to play By hazarding myself To you, my self, the other Whom I always desire. — Veronica Forrest-Thomson, from "Canzon, for British Rail Services," Collected Poems and Translations (Allardyce Barnett, 1990),

He turns toward me. I want to touch him, but I'm afraid of his bareness; afraid that he will make me bare too. 'Is this scaring you, Tris?' 'No,' I croak. I clear my throat. 'Not really. I'm only…afraid of what I want.' 'What do you want?' Then his face tightens. 'Me?' Slowly I nod.

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

He slides his hand over my cheek, one finger anchored behind my ear. Then he tilts his head down and kisses me, sending a warm ache through my body. I wrap my hands around his arm, holding him there as long as I can. When he touches me, the hollowed-out feeling in my chest and stomach is not as noticeable.

But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.

Then I realize what it is. It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.

The things one wants the most are not things after all.

Un pájaro de papel en el pecho dice que el tiempo de los besos no ha llegado

I have such a dark mission, loving you.

You are the calling of lovers, the signals that silently appeal to one another in the dark. Sky with rubbed out stars, you give yourself, like a warm field, to these noiseless wings.

There are moments of loneliness when the astonished heart realizes it feels no love.

Oh Marlboro Man, where art thou? Your comeback won't be a minute too soon!

So much to say, yet no words would ever be enough.

You love her without willing it or wanting it, and that is the most exquisite pain of all.'

Sex drives us, love or no love. Power or no power. Money or no money. It's the most powerful drug in the world. Some pay for it. Some die for it.'

Miss me?" he whispered, giving me the once-over, eyes lingering on my chest. My heart skipped a beat. My glyph pulsed painfully. "Like a urinary tract infection," I said, through gritted teeth.