Quotes About Yearning

The child who, far too young, saw anarchy in the world and feared it. The child who resented being born into such a disordered world, who saw chaos and yearned to find order in it.

not spoken in the yearning tone of a mother for her daughter

We yearn for tomorrow and the progress that it represents. But yesterday was once tomorrow, and where was the progress in it? Or we yearn for yesterday, for what was or what might have been. But as we are yearning, the present is becoming the past, so the past is nothing but our yearning for second chances.

Everything we want is nothing here.

His heart knocked as if on Heaven's door.

When we hope, we usually hope for the wrong thing. We yearn for tomorrow and the progress that it represents. But yesterday was once tomorrow, and where was the progress in it? Or we yearn for yesterday, for what was or what might have been. But as we are yearning, the present is becoming the past, so the past is nothing but our yearning for second chances.

I rarely drink, but there are times when even drinking too much is not enough.

I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, but now I want a Russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping.

His heart wanted Mary. And then it wanted Merry.

We all want to be loved, it's a basic human being

he was living in a dream world, then he never wanted to wake up.

They stood half a kitchen apart physically, half a universe emotionally.

To his credit, Cain had resisted as best he could, but it was as if she were the sun, spreading her glow and warmth over him. Without him ever meaning for it to happen, he found himself caught up in the centrifugal force that was Julia. He'd been swept up by the happiness he felt when he was with her, the feeling of belonging, which was something he hadn't felt in a good long while. It was like an elixir he was fast coming to crave.

Carolyn wished she had a way of reaching Dave;

We and all the others and everyone—regardless of the lives we'd led, and more than anything else, and beyond the agonies and dangers that attend every act and action of ours in this life, we all wanted to live. And that desire, if not the result, is something to think about.

He pulled her against his chest, letting her feel his heart thunder its rhythm. Kissing her hair he whispered, the desperation raw, You are no dream...but flesh and blood. Tell me you are real...oh, please...be real. Aye, I am real.

What do you call love, then? Someone I can't live without.

É engraçado como os nossos desejos desaparecem quando são demasiado fáceis de alcançar.

Do you think you can cause something to happen just from wanting it so much?' she asked. 'I don't get what you mean. Does this have to do with your dad?' asked Frannie. 'Not really. I'm talking about loneliness.' Frannie turned around and considered her answer. For awhile she seemed to be in a wilderness of her own. 'Do you mean that you imagined that Issy was your friend?' 'Yes, so completely that it was real.' 'Oh, that can happen. I believe that totally. Loneliness is powerful.

There's so much goop inside of us, man, he said, and it all just wants to get out.

I felt the cancelled life dreaming after me. Yes, a ghost. A vestige. Something remaining.

There was nothing of his I wanted in particular. I wanted it all.

Around these strange people I felt hungry. I smelled some kind of debauchery, the whiff of a potion that would banish everything plaguing me.

It wasn't my life she was after, it was more. She wanted to eat my heart, and be lost in the desert with what she'd done, she wanted to fall on her knees and give birth from it, she wanted to hurt me as only a child can be hurt by its mother.