Quotes About Yearning

Some feelings are stronger than fear: love, longing, desire.

Something you always look for, but never know when it's going to happen

quod defles, illud amasti.

I don't think I ever really liked the world until I met him.

Lo llaman romperse el corazón porque añorar a alguien es un dolor físico real, lo sientes en la sangre y en los huesos.

En la profunda noche oscura del alma las licorerías y los bares están cerrados. (Del cuento Inmanejable)

Qué era el amor?, se preguntaba Maria, estudiando las líneas limpias de la cara de Dixon mientras dormía. Qué nos impide hacerlo a ninguno de los dos, amar. (Del cuento Bonetes azules)

oh antic God return to me my mother in her thirties leaned across the front porch the huge pillow of her breasts pressing against the rail summoning me in for bed. I am almost the dead woman's age times two. I can barely recall her song the scent of her hands though her wild hair scratches my dreams at night. return to me, oh Lord of then and now, my mother's calling, her young voice humming my name.

and at night my dreams are full of the cursing of me fucking god fucking me.

Maybe I should have wanted less. Maybe I should have ignored the bowl in me burning to be filled. Maybe I should have wanted less.

All I want is the best of everything and there's very little of that left.

Then how come you went there?" "I was lonesome. Lonesome takes what it can get.

That's why I've kept you out of reach. It's like putting something you love away from everything so its beauty won't be tarnished. I want to be with you more, and them less. I want my life to change.

The children could see their own roof, weighted down by stones, peeping over the edge of the hill long before they were anywhere near it, and they fastened their homesick eyes upon it as a sailor fixes his upon the North Star at sea.

I'm well enough to hold you against my heart," he said. "That's what I've missed the most. Don't you know that?" "Tuscan Tycoon's Wife

But if a woman will not share her body with a man, how can she expect him to share her infatuation with a few grans of sand and a lot of sea and sky?

But if a woman will not share her body with a man, how can she expect him to share her infatuation with a few grains of sand and a lot of sea and sky?

You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams.

Feel that? I don't walk around with a lead pipe in my jeans, so what do you think that tells you about how much I want you. (Simon Brant)

He touched her in that place that was for him alone and shuddered at her readiness for him.  Had she gotten this wet, this quickly?

To suffer is the highest command of Christianity – the history of Christianity is the history of the passion … [T]he ancient Christians … rendered the highest honour to their God by … tears of repentance and yearning. … If God himself suffered for my sake, how can I be joyful, how can I allow myself any gladness, at least on this corrupt earth, which was the theatre of his suffering?

schon im Bette drängen sich die Ideen zu dir meine Unsterbliche Geliebte, hier und da freudig, dann wieder traurig. Vom Schicksaale abwartend, ob es unß erhört...

As a child, what I was missing was so much bigger to me than what I had. My mother-mythic, imaginary-was a deity and a superhero and a comfort all at once. If only I'd had her, surely, she would have been the answer to every problem; if only I'd had her , she would have been the cure for everything that ever had gone wrong in my life.

I love feeling loved. I don't love knowing that I will always come in second place. I love the fact that at least sometimes when I am in my home, I'm not alone.I don't love the fact that it's not always. I love not having to answer to him. I don't love that he doesn't answer to me.I love the way I feel when I am with him. I don't love the way I feel when I'm not