Quotes About Yearning

I was rather obsessed with angels.

I want to be appreciated, to be loved, to feel wanted.

To hear the appreciation, the screams - that's what any of us need. We're at our best when we're wanted.

I'd give my left arm for the Merrimack.

I wanted things that I couldn't at times articulate.

Woe to the man, as to the woman, who has left no desire unsatisfied! All is over then.

a clerk, a machine, a riding-school hack, eating and drinking and sleeping at fixed hours. I should be like everyone else. And that's what they call living, that life at the grindstone, doing the same thing over and over again.... I am hungry and nothing is offered to appease my appetite.

Agathe rose; her scissors and work fell at her feet; she went and kissed Joseph's head, and dropped two tears on his hair. "He is your passion, that fellow," said the painter. "We all have our hopeless passions

He didn't know that you could ache for a place, even when it had hurt you so badly.

I see no room in this city for the gentle ways of love, for precious walks in shady alleys, the full moon sparkling on the water, while the suppliant pleads in vain. Rich, young, and beautiful, I have only to love, and love would become my sole occupation, my life; yet in the three months during which I have come and gone, eager and curious, nothing has appealed to me in the bright, covetous, keen eyes around me. No voice has thrilled me, no glance has made the world seem brighter.

Whether she actually would have flown in to act as baby nurse or mailed me cotton balls and calamine lotion if she were alive isn't really the issue. It's the fact that I can't ask her for these things that makes me miss her all over again.

He who is greedy is always in want.

Esta convicción era tan intensa, que Nébel jamás la había besado.

Yo tengo alguna idea, como todo hombre, de lo que son dos ojos que nos aman cuando uno se va acercando despacio a ellos. Pero la luz de aquellos ojos, la felicidad en que se iban anegando mientras me acercaba, el mareado relampagueo de dicha –hasta el estrabismo–cuando me incliné sobre ellos, jamás en un amor normal a treinta y siete grados los volveré a hallar.

Y cuando no tenga más delirio… me querrás todavía?

Why do you always want the things that you cannot have...

I want the moon, up there. But... he will always be unreachable.

From the moment we are born, we are wanderers, longing-for a place to which to return.

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell. And for once it might be grand To have someone understand I want so much more than they've got planned…

I wish I were not sensual... I wish I had not got from my mother, or my father was it, this need to grasp and be grasped, because it drives me into the arms of idiots who want to crush me. Wonderful, idiotic, crushing in the night. Can't you just crush me in the night?

We'll always have Paris.

high spirits and overflowing joy making the absence of love known.

Harry looked into her eyes, then at her face and gently glided the tip of a finger over her cheek and traced the outline of her nose, his face and eyes in a soft and tender smile, You could really make my life worth while. A guy needs something to give his life a reason or whats the point of living? I need more than the streets. I don't want to be a floating crap game all my life. I want to be something … anything.

The broad-shouldered artist grabbed her and kissed her hungrily. He buried his face in the soft valley between her firm bosoms, "My very dear…? he breathed.