Quotes About Yearning

More. Oh that word. That deceptive word. That eater of lives; that malcontent.

At such times I feel I could die for love of her, my little stranger, my heart swelling dangerously so that the only release is to run too, my red coat flapping around my shoulders like wings, my hair a comet's tail in the patchy blue sky.

Le cose proibite hanno sempre il gusto migliore.

Sometimes, being told not to do something just makes us want it all the more. Sometimes, a little of what you crave is better than total abstinence.

Come to me in love, Love. Come to me in love.

What is it that the slave dreams? The slave dreams of being the master.

Oh, muerte cruel! ¿Por qué vienes a quien no te quiere y rehuyes a los que te desean?

There was no twinkle in his eyes. Maybe I just love some of you. Maybe not enough. Tiger Lily blinked at him, and she didn't understand how anyone could only love a part. Her greedy heart didn't work that way.

If you have reasons for not coming back, I don't want to know them. I just want you to come back anyway. Ignorance, see?

From where I sat, Peter and Wendy were the two loneliest figures in the world. But Peter was somehow the lonelier of the two.

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable

But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

What we all want, really, is to be loved. That craving drives our worst behavior.

No matter who you are, there is always some part of you that wishes you were someone else, and when, for a millisecond, you get that wish, it's a miracle.

What was wrong with me? I had a decent life. I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand. I felt like I had swallowed yeast, like whatever evil was festering inside me had doubled in size.

I suddenly remember being very little and being embraced by my father. I would try to put my arms around my father's waist, hug him back. I could never reach the whole way around the equator of his body; he was that much larger than life. Then one day, I could do it. I held him, instead of him holding me, and all I wanted at that moment was to have it back the other way.

Superheroes were born in the minds of people desperate to be rescued.

love doesn't follow the rules... nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable.

I wanted him to feel what I felt when I was with him: that incredible combination of comfort, decadence, and wonder; the knowledge that, with just a single taste of him, I was addicted.

It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it's there.

It felt like I'd been living underground, and for a moment, I'd been given this glimpse of the sky. Once you've seen that, how can you go back where you came from?

You can miss a person you've never known.