Quotes About Yearning

Nous sommes pareils à ces crapauds qui dans l'austère nuit des marais s'appellent et ne se voient pas, ployant à leur cri d'amour toute la fatalité de l'univers. ( We are like those frogs in the austere night of marshes who call without seeing one another, bending the whole fatality of the universe to their love-cry. )

Nous sommes pareils à ces crapauds qui dans l'austère nuit des marais s'appellent et ne se voient pas, ployant à leur cri d'amour toute la fatalité de l'univers.

Already a system is being constructed that explains our perpetual solitude: if we remain alone among those who were supposed to be like us, it is because we cannot find any creature spontaneous enough. No one capable of equaling our primal states and enriching our existence with some magnificent and brutal enchantment. I am alone in a covered gallery.

The essence of desire is to have no essential goal. Truly to desire, we must have recourse to people about us; we have to desire their desires.

That deep longing you keep dismissing as impractical may be the very thing your soul is calling you to do.

The window is the reason the death row inmates go to the visiting room to see their lawyers and investigators. The lawyers think their clients want to see them. No, they want to see the window.

Remember when we used to share our secrets?" he asked. The moon captured a handsome face, full of longing. His dark hair brushed his shoulders. "The Stone," she laughed. "I loved you then. I loved you no matter where you came from. No - scratch that." His voice floated up to her. "I loved you because you came from wherever it was. It must have been a magic place, to produce you.

My soul left me when I was six. It flew away past a flapping curtain over a window. I ran after it, but it never came back. It left me alone on wet stinking mattresses. It left me alone in the choking dark. It took my tongue, my heart, and my mind.

Are you trying to talk your way into my bed?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion. "No." His voice sounded warm. "I'm trying to talk my way into your heart.

I walked until I was ensconced in darkness. Then I began to shout. I wanted a friend more than anything. I was beside myself.

That's the thing that you never have understood, Stella. You've run from your life. All your life that's been your MO. You've always wanted something more.

It was somehow easier to love a person who wasn't there.

When you find yourself wanting love, know that it is like a lake looking for water.

El sentimiento es deseo y el deseo es amor.

adjectives which referred to an ultra-masculine man. The kind of man a woman sighed over. Lou gulped. And wanted. Not the kind of man who she generally kept company with, for sure. But what female

Putting his mouth close to her ear, he said, "I'm going to ride you raw, baby, but you won't care. It's going to feel so good, all you'll be able to think about is getting me back inside you. Keeping me here, packed up tight and deep, screwing into you so hard you go hoarse from your screams . . .

Keeping his fingers locked around her arms, he stared her right in the eye, his chest rising and falling from the jagged force of his breaths. "I want you in a bed, Juliana. I want hours on top of you, under you, beside you. Hell, I want it all. And I want to be able to drift off, knowing that I can roll back over at any time and sink right back into you." His voice dropped even lower. "So stop arguing and get back on the damn bed.

La ausencia era eso. Un lugar que uno conoce y recuerda de memoria, como si fuera una foto, donde uno falta.

y poco a poco me convenzo más y más de que la ficción tiende al drama porque la vida es igual: se quiere algo, vivir, por ejemplo, desesperadamente, pero se tienen muchos problemas para conseguirlo".

I no longer live in Chicago. Not a day goes by when I do not wish I were there.

I'd never been in love, because I was waiting for the silent-movie love: big eyes and violins, chattering without sound, pure. Nobody had loved right since 1926.

Caught-heart, always present, never here, the outlandish and unsatisfying, while always promising satisfaction never-failed-or-fulfilled-quest.

I would miss him. He always made so little sense.

We all want to go there something awful, but to stand there takes some grace.