Quotes About Yearning

I never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to jump out of my life, out of my skin.

I get it. The things you hope for the most are the things that destroy you in the end.

There has to be a moment at the beginning where you wonder whether you're in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself. If the moment doesn't pass, that's it—you're done. And if the moment does pass, it never goes that far. It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it's even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lovers' face.

Fuck this. Fuck this wondering. Fuck this trying and trying. Fuck this belief that two people can become one ideal. Fuck this helplessness. Fuck this waiting for something to happen that probably won't ever happen.

She has been hanging on to the hope of him for so long that she doesn't realize there isn't anything left to hope for.

A year. A thousand kisses. And now a thousand one, a thousand two. There are so many other place we could have ended up, but I have to believe none of them would have felt this right. All I want is you is not entirely true. I want so much more, and with you I think I can get it.

When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.

yearning, n. and adj. At the core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.

It was so much easier when I didn't want anything. Not getting what you want can make you cruel.

I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.

This is the trap of having something to live for: Everything else seems lifeless.

I want to kiss her without counting the seconds. I want to hold her so long that I get to know her skin. I want, I want, I want.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

In my experience, desire is desire, love is love.

I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.

Are you going to be playing for the pure thrill of unreluctant desire?

For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

It is not desire. Instead it is something deeper. I don't want to be with him constantly and forever. I want to be with him for the moment, and I want the moments to go on forever.

We gather the things we learned, and they don't nearly add up to fill the space of a life. You will miss the taste of Froot Loops. You will miss the sound of traffic. You will miss your back against his. You will miss him stealing the sheets. Do not ignore these things.

ardent, adj. It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought... it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you. Sometimes desire is in the air; sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

Here's what breaks us: Even though we know better, we still want everything to be all right.

I want this world small enough for the two of us I want you to think of me that way I want this world to crash us into marvelous I want you to kiss me and say:

I've lost track of where friendship ends and falling begins. (this is the foolish refrain of the hopelessly devoted.) there are times I want to kiss you midsentence. undo the not-doing with one gesture.