Quotes About Yearning

Em algum lugar teu coração bate por mim Em algum lugar teus olhos se fecham à idéia dos meus.

There isn't anything very tender about being in love...it's a cruel and clamouring hunger.

I look forward to making you feel the same way. It's a most enjoyable sensation, like honey in the bones, and if you were a real woman instead of a repressed little English spinster, you would delight in your ability to make a man feel — aroused.' She backed away from him, feeling a distracted urge to hide herself away from him, as she used to when a child and relatives made a fuss of Alberta because she was much prettier.

I love it, it devours me. I adore it without illusions.

Ses lèvres cherchaient des Thérèse dans mes cheveux, dans mon cou, dans les plis de mon tablier, entre mes doigts, sur mon épaule. Que ne puis-je me reproduire mille fois et lui donner mille Thérèse. Je ne suis que moi-même. C'est trop peu.

Quand on aime on est toujours sur le quai d'une gare.

Thrice would I have thrown my arms about her neck, and thrice the ghost embraced fled from my grasp: like a fluttering breeze, like a fleeting dream.

Draw Daphnis from the town, my songs, draw Daphnis home.

I sure would like to get kissed. How would that feel on my mouth, How different would I be after, a changed climate down in my insides?

You know how you want something so much and you're afraid of it too?

She was tired of the flaming thoughts of discontent that kept her awake at night.

There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.

There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.

Those of us who crave the expressive but can't shake off the melancholy walk the street.

Dersú –le dije–, te echaba de menos. En cuanto no estás, siento que falta algo.

En vérité, l'homme est l'être le plus curieux du monde, murmura-t-il. Il voudrait voler comme un aigle mais il n'a pas ses ailes. Il voudrait avoir la force du lion, mais il n'a pas ses pattes. Comme tu l'as créé terriblement incomplet, Seigneur ! Et en prime, tu lui as donné l'intelligence et le pouvoir de connaître ses faiblesses.

All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly, I should add, because that frenzy of mutual possession might have been assuaged only by our actually imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh; but there we were, unable even to mate as slum children would have so easily found an opportunity to do so.

Perhaps, somewhere, some day, at a less miserable time, we may see each other again.

I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t'aimais, je t'aimais! And there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it, my little one. Lolita girl, brave Dolly Schiller.

Pick something else". For an instant's flash Kylis remembered being taunted like this before, when she was very small. Anything but that. Anything but what you really want.

Lust is less a physical need than a way of forgetting time and death.

The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.

The Cloths of Heaven Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light; I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Man is in love and loves what vanishes.