Quotes About Yearning

again over his, then breaking away, she begged. "Richard, Richard, please…? She pulled him fiercely to her, and the doctor's hands, long and lean and strong, tore at the silken robe that

I looked at her and sighed. In another world, I thought to myself, it might have worked. In another world, in another universe, in another time, as two quite different people, we really might have been able to put all of this behind us, take off to some sun-drenched Caribbean island, and have sex and pineapple juice, non-stop, for a year.

He sat down again. He wanted her body, even though there were plenty of other bodies he could have. Which meant, I suppose, that he wanted her body to want his. It would have been beneath his intellectual dignity to admit that he also wanted her soul to like his own soul.

Waarom duikt de herinnering op? Ik huil. En zonder reden. Ik kan niet lachen. Ik wil gelukkig zijn. Misschien is het een te grote vreugde die mijn ogen doet tranen.

women would be wonderful if we could fall into their arms instead of their hands.

Proprio perché non assomigli a nessuna avrei voluto incontrarti sempre... In qualsiasi posto...

Mietin että naiset olisivat ihania jos voisi langeta niiden syliin lankeamatta samalla niiden käsiin.

So las ich falsch in deinem Aug, dem tiefen? Kein heimlich Sehnen sah ich heiß dort funkeln? Es birgt zu deiner Seele keine Pforte Dein feuchter Blick? Die Wünsche, die dort schliefen, Wie stille Rosen in der Flut, der dunkeln, Sind, wie dein Plaudern: seellos... Worte, Worte?

All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name. Remembered line from a long- forgotten poem

You can never get enough of what you don't really want.

If it is possible to be homesick for the world, even places one has never been and knows one will never see, this book is the child of such homesickness.

Addiction is the result of deep, and unmet needs.

For the first time, she did want more. She did not know what she wanted, knew that it was dangerous and that she should rest content with what she had, but she knew an emptiness deep inside her, which began to ache.

Boredom sends up a flare: meaning exists here, boredom beckons, but stranded meaning. Meaning that requires rescue.

I can't, I can't, I can't help hearing, I can't help seeing. I can't help it unless I run away.

I felt almost sick with wanting to tell her how I felt, but I couldn't think of words to suit my feelings.

Molly wasn't hope then, of course, and i can't help hating her for not being there.

Yet I didn't much want to go home.

Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin.

Something about him made her watch him, his big hands held out to receive the falling drops, alms of heaven, catching them in his mouth, smiling as they streamed down his face, his chin, his cheeks. Her heart sent her one way. Her feet sent her another

Something about him made her watch him, his big hands held out to receive the falling drops, alms of heaven, catching them in his mouth, smiling as they streamed down his face, his chin, his cheeks. Her heart sent her one way. Her feet sent her another, splashing across the street to his side.

There is something I must do, but it is not here." "Then where is it?" "I do not know." "What is it?" "I do not know.

She wished she had Benji Dog back. At least he would have been something to talk to. No famulus. She felt very naked, as if she had slipped through the sustaining fingers of the Compassionate Society and had not been missed.

She could never look at surfers without a painful sense of another life she could have lived.