Quotes About Yearning

I saw you, looking like Hayworth, making me want to pin you up, pin you down, take you for a different kind of ride altogether

Is that what you want? To stagger around the afterlife blind and eye-fucked?

For the heart, too, has its hunger.

Lust, plain and simple - if lust was ever simple.

What are you dreaming of Varvara?" asked Avelii. He saw in her eyes that look, at once absent and intimate, that we have when, perhaps unawares, we reach out so intensely toward another person—toward the deep, multiple self within his parcel of eternity—that we stop noticing him in the present.

You want to kiss me now,Matthew. I can see it in the look in your eyes." "I want to do considerably more than kiss you." He grinned wickedly. "And that too you should see in my eyes.

I am tired of looking on what is, One might as well see beauty never more, As look upon it with an empty eye. I would this world were over. I am tired.

I am corrupted to the bone with the beauty of this forsaken world.

I don't have to go very far to see the power of beauty. Being desired, feeling desired is a very seductive aspect of our being.

I thought that beauty alone would satisfy, but the soul is gone. I can't bear those empty, staring eyes.

Translators can be considered as busy matchmakers who praise as extremely desirable a half-veiled beauty. They arouse an irresistible yearning for the original.

When passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable.

Beauty crowds me till I die. Beauty, mercy have on me! Yet if I expire to-day Let it be in sight of thee!

Existence will not stop until it gets to beauty.

After the feet of beauty fly my own.

What can still that hunger of the heart which sickens the eye for beauty, and makes sweet-scented ease an oppression?

...perhaps charity is the kind of beauty that we comprehend the best because we miss it the most.

All human activity is prompted by desire.

A few years ago it dawned on me that everybody past a certain age - regardless of how they look on the outside - pretty much constantly dreams of being able to escape from their lives.

The day For whose returns, and many, all these pray; And so do I.

I am sick of four walls and a ceiling I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass.

Around this world will I be enough?From the liquor stores, to the train stop floors, your filthy room, your drama bluesI am nothing if I'm not with you.

Get outta my dreams Get into my car.

I'm sort of like a lame, single guy in a red sports car.