Quotes About Yearning

The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.

Hope. Nothing is more intoxicating.

He was standing by the window, looking down, when I went in. Even the sight of his back, sloping a little at the top with the inclination of his head, did something to me. And anyone that can love a back, can love. ("Don't Wait Up For Me Tonight")

Strange is loneliness; it still longs to have something to belong to, some group, some aggregate.

And what is love anyway but the unattainable, the reaching out toward an illusion?

He stilled. He knew she was leaving—this wasn't a surprise—but how did he tell her he didn't want her to go? That he wanted to know all the things that made her sad, all the things that made her laugh? That he wanted to reach over and wipe those tears away?

She couldn't deny that a part of her was tipping over the precipice that held up her resolve. A part of her was falling for every single word, every crooked smile, every flash of his blue eyes.

He'd forgotten how much he liked her. She wasn't like other women. She was smart and funny and a little bit sarcastic. She pushed his buttons and she made him want to be better. A deep sense of longing pulsed through his body. He just wanted a second chance—to prove to her he could be the man she needed. God, that's all I'm asking for.

Won't you come with me she said, there's plenty of room in my iron bed. You're looking cold and tired and a little hmna. I know I'm not part of the life you had planned, but I think once your body feels my hand your mind will change and your heart will lose its pain.

Desiree. It's like falling in love every night and having your heart broken every morning... Having more memory is just a way of distorting a greater amount of the past.

I woke up with a heart attack just out of my field of vision and with my dick in my hand, saying, I love you I love you I love you over and over...And that my dear sweet love of my life, is how things were without you and I'd done everything I could to keep you from knowing that

They see my fingers, they run. Dominique. Alicia. Penny. They see my fingers, they want their hair pulled. Alex. Renee. Kristin.

She stole a piece of my heart but I couldn't ask for a better place I'd rather be imprisoned.

Like many people who come to New York to live and then have to leave before they really want to, I spent the next three or four years with the vague feeling that there was a great party going on somewhere and I was not at it.

I am a waning bird encased in a glass sphere; I cannot see my prison, and my cries no one can hear.

The winged beasts and angels know, that mortals cannot fly. But how I flew to see the sun; a broken bird am I.

I long to drift through turquoise skies; race the wind in rampant flight. Ruddy chains have framed my eyes, they seize my heart and stain the light.

If only I had feathered wings, that could bend and curve and reach, beyond imagined dreams, unhindered by the weight of earth.

This morning I breathe iced air, and wander toward the waves. For a moment I live without care; a moment all my heart craves.

Because God has made us for Himself, our hearts are restless until they rest in Him. St. Augustine

Maybe it was just what happens when you finally get something you want and it turns out not to be what you wanted after all. You spend most of the time in life running after things that aren't that important, and the pursuit becomes more desirable than the prize.

Empty in this dirt and flat on my back both hands gripped tightly and widely around my bare neck the truth of it all is i am very capable of love it's just that im not capable of letting you go and it goes, and it goes, and it goes, and it goes

Maybe I'm sad about wanting you. I'm not too comfortable with wanting someone.

Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing that reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost -- Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.