Quotes About Yearning

Of course you want to get to know her. But at the same time, you want to feel like you already know her. That you will know her instantly. Such a fairy tale.

It's like nothing else exists in the world right now except him, me, touching, exploring, longing, needing, sharing, having. So much for my straight-edge vow, because I am drunk on our ing's.

The more he gives me, the more I want.

But I couldn't concentrate on writing in the notebook. I wanted to live inside it, not write in it.

Death Cab for Cutie's "Transatlanticism

The minute she left the apartment, I missed having her there. But as with all loves, I supposed, the consolation was in the fact that she'd be back.

Freedom.' He pauses a moment to reflect on the F-word. 'Sometimes I think it's an idea that enslaves us. We're never free from hungering for the notion that we can even have freedom. When perhaps it's the very idea of it that causes us to suffer.

It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love." Norah

For sure, the last thing I was going to write to her was All I want for Christmas is you.

I felt a sense of longing for him such as I've never experienced in my lifetime for any person, or even for any pet.

I haven't been able to reach her. And if I can't reach her, there's no way to keep her from being lost.

I'm a nineteen-year-old guy with nothing better to do than moonlight as a doorman, and daydream about you.

Ya sabes como es esa sensación que uno siente al esperar a alguien, y quiero decir, en verdad esperar a alguien.

Sweat, malice, and hunger pour from me. This is release, or maybe it's just a plea for release.

It's the great male fantasy-all it takes is one dance to know that she's the one. All it takes is the sound of her song from the tower, or a look at her sleeping face. And right away you know-this is the girl in your head, sleeping or dancing or singing in front of you. Yes, girls want princes, but boys want their princesses just as much.

Lorenzo gently places his hands on either side of my face, lowering his head to stare directly into my eyes. His voice is barely above a whisper as he says, Patience D'Angeli-Cat-you are my dream now.

They could pretend when they were alone. Lie to themselves about what this was between them. Hell, he could invent a million reasons why he'd stalked over and staked his claim here. But the truth lay behind the sound of her moan and Tyler's answering groan. Kissing Sherry wasn't about her damn rules. It wasn't to save his career. This woman was in his arms because he wanted her there.

Supposedly, dreams reflect our hidden fears and secret desires, all clamoring for attention.

He'd asked if I felt the pull. I could'nt deny that I did. And that it terrified me. It wasn't like a crush. It wasn't like seeing a guy and thinking I'd like him to take me to the prom. It was soul-deep, as though he was everything, the one, forever. I had to remind myself that I barely knew the guy. But still I couldn't shake the feeling of being meant for each other - as corny as that sounded.

I've loved him forever, but he can never be mine.

Do you need anything? I would say just you but that sounds way too corny.

And he knew that he would never be able to tell her that he loved her as a foundering ship loves a lighthouse, even though the lighthouse is powerless to save it.

Ester wanted to take him in her own thin arms and race him to some imagined place of safety.

She said to him then, crisply, "Never underestimate the passion of a lonely mind.