Quotes About Yearning

but in the city in which I love you, no one comes, no one meets me in the brick clefts; in the wedged dark, no finger touches me secretly, no mouth tastes my flawless salt, no one wakens the honey in the cells, finds the humming in the ribs, the rich business in the recesses; hulls clogged, I continue laden

What binds me to this earth? What remembers the dead and grows toward them?

I know lips that love me, that return my kisses by leaving on my cheek their salt. And there is one I love, who hid her heart behind a stone. — Li-Young Lee, from section 5 of "Always a Rose," Rose (BOA Editions, LTD, 1986)

What binds me to this earth? What remembers the dead and grows toward them? I'm

This long distance relationship thing was for the birds. He absolutely hated waiting for days on end to see Jasmine.

Oh, aye. I'm the devil all right. And last night, you were begging to step into the fire.

Sometimes the only thing which truly tempts us is the thing which we cannot have.

Sidonie," he said, his voice strangely hoarse. "You are the most—I mean, you are so…I find you…ah, devil take it! Never mind!" "I beg your pardon?" "Nothing," he growled. "I misspoke. What did you say about oranges?

For a women to wear the clothes that a man had bought her was to feel his touch with every waking moment. For a man to hear the whisper of cloth as walked, was to feel her response to him, the throb of her pulse as it intensified, the silky heat between her thighs as waited for him to unwrap her.

He almost thought that if he held her, touched his mouth to hers, took in the breath as it left her body, he would feel it too, would begin to breathe again, feel again.

God, could You show up? Right now, please?

Her hair is tucked behind her ears, a few stray strands lazily brushing her cheek. I suddenly have the strongest sensation of wanting to reach out and curl them in place behind her ear.

From Joe Gardener's Notebook "You are taste and smell and feeling of pen on paper, you are perfect- Do you know how perfect you are? .. I am nothing but a pair of eyes, waiting to be looked into

My hero finally found me in that too-high tower, rescued me from it's cold walls, set me down among free men and bolted. Freedom, with all it's possibilities, just feels cold and lonely. I want to go back to my tower. I need those walls. I need the protection. The walls were always my true plus-one.

It is burning of the heart I want; this burning which is everything, More precious than a worldly empire, because it calls God secretly, in the night. (Rumi)

Our happiness is made up of the things we miss.

Oh! to be loved by a man I respect, To bask in the glow of his perfectly understandable neglect.

Oh! but your lips were thrilling, much too thrilling, Never before were mine so strangely willing.

Somebody, somewhere Wants me and needs me And that's very wonderful to know.

What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.

she thought ray i'll never see ray again there was a time she looked into those green eyes and said i love you so long ago he'll never know i still do

was saying. "Yep, I hear tell they can't nobody please her. But I shore would like to find

Celibacy sucks, no pun intended.

How fortunate for Us that We thirst for glorious souls rather than faultless ones, or We should be parched indeed, and most lonely in Our perfect righteousness.