Quotes About Yearning

She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak at all. I think I might be in love with her.

And in general, the residents of the town wondered why they all felt hollow just beneath the throat, the result of missing something they had never been able to name in the first place.

Well, a love story, that's no story at all. People don't want a happy ending. They want conflict. They want the heroine to fall for man she can never have.

Isn't that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who's your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night. Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.

Sometimes you can't tell how consuming love is until you can see its absence

Something was missing. I couldn't tell you what it was if you asked but it was off. And if you think of a relationship as a living entity, I guess it's one thing if the missing two percent is, like, a fingernail. But when it's the heart, that's a whole different ball of wax.

You know, that was what we missed most. Not our beds, not our homes, not even our mothers. We would talk about food.

Given my mother's experience with romance, I shouldn't even care - but there's a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn't near you.

When he smiles at me, I'm lost

It doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it's there.

I felt this boy whose name I couldn't be bothered to remember grunting and heaving inside me; I was that empty and that far away. And suddenly I knew what became of all those lost balloons: they were the loves that slipped out of our fists; the blank eyes that rose in every night sky.

I've always been a loner, and I've never really felt like I belong here. I'm like one of those women who read Jane Austen obsessively and still hope that Mr. Darcy might show up at the door. Or the Civil War reenactors, who growl at each other on battlefields now spotted with baseball fields and park benches. I'm the princess in an ivory tower, except every brick is made of history, and I built this prison myself.

It is such a heady rush to be the object of someone's attention in a good way, not as a freak, that I keep forgetting to hide.

Jos plaukai dabar yra ilgesni, o abipus jos burnos matyti dvi plonos rauksles, tarytum kliausteliai, gaubiantys milijona zodziu, kuriu as neturejau galimybes isgirsti.

What if, when I get home, Nicholas is standing on the porch with open arms, willing to pick up where we left off? Can I let myself make the same mistakes all over again?

When was the last time he'd been swallowed whole by love?

Sometimes you can't tell how consuming love is until you can see its absence.

Sabía muy bien cómo bajar la escalera sin hacer ruido. Ya lo había hecho un par de veces con anterioridad, para encontrarse con Matt en el patio de atrás. Una noche él le había enviado un mensaje de móvil: «Quiero verte ahora». Ella había salido a encontrarse con él vestida con un camisón blanco de algodón, como un fantasma, y cuando él la tocó, por un momento le pareció que iba a escurrírsele entre los dedos.

How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turned the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been?

doesn't matter what it is that leaves a hole inside you. It just matters that it's there.

How come the people who don't even notice you exist are the ones you can't stop thinking about?

I was healthy. I wasn't starving or maimed by a land mine or orphaned. Yet somehow, it wasn't enough. I had a hole in me, and everything I took for granted slipped through it like sand. I

The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

My life is moving forward in a weird empty narrative, missing one key character, whose current life is a continuous loop.