Quotes About Yearning

she was just like everyone else, she wanted to love someone. Even better if they loved you in return.

Home was an idea, and like Arcadia it was lost in the past. She

I had an idea of him,' Ursula said, 'but the idea wasn't him. Perhaps I wanted to fall in love.

Life's too short," she said. There were days when Jackson thought life was too long.

The Amethyst deflated with the dawn. It needed the night to come alive, its open maw demanding to be fed with an endless parade of people.

When Theo returned along St. Andrews Street the girl with the custard-yellow hair was no longer there and he worried that she might never be there again. Because that was how it happened: one moment you were there, laughing, talking, breathing, and the next you were gone. Forever. And there wasn't even a shape left in the world where you'd been, neither the trace of a smile nor the whisper of a word. Just nothing

Home... wasn't Egerton Gardens, wasn't even Fox Corner. Home was an idea, and like Arcadia it was lost in the past.

It was as if every other joy in the world existed only to give a distant glimpse of that one.

So the Giant. Maybe Jack had no particular giant in mind; maybe it was just a giant-sized hole in his dreams and desires that the big-G Giant later came forward to fill.

Suddenly she wants to fall to her knees and pray for the poets. She imagines them with immaculate ravaged faces, with necklaces of ransacked moons, with teeth which are black stubs. Poets are collections of unused crescents and bandages, confused images and terrible departing.

Megan could have kissed him. If there weren't a million obstacles, both physical and psychological, in her way, of course.

Does he write to you? Never a line. Does he send you a message? Never a word. It is because he loves you, poor fool, and is trying to forget you, since you are not free to listen to him or to belong to him.

Or else she stayed in and nursed a mood with which she was becoming too familiar for her own comfort and peace of mind. It was not despair; but it seemed to her as if life were passing by, leaving its promise broken and unfulfilled.

I couldn't help loving you if you were ten times his wife; but so long as I went away from you and kept away I could help telling you so.

Step by step she lived over every instant of the time she had been with Robert... She recalled his words, his looks. How few and meager they had been for her hungry heart! ... She wondered when he would come back. He had not said he would come back. She had been with him had heard his voice and touched his hand. But some way he had seemed nearer to her off there in Mexico.

Feeling secure regarding their happiness and welfare, she did not miss them except with an occasional, intense longing.

As she swam she seemed to be reaching out for the unlimited in which to lose herself.

Don't go; don't go! Oh! Edna, stay with me.

He thought it very discouraging that his wife, who was the sole object of his existence, evinced so little interest in things which concerned him, and valued so little his conversation.

Per lei, il passato non era niente; non offriva nessuna lezione che lei volesse ascoltare. Il futuro era un mistero che lei non aveva mai provato a penetrare. Soltanto il presente aveva significato; era tutto suo, per torturarla, come in quel preciso istante, con la crudele convinzione di aver perso ciò che aveva avuto, e che le fosse stato negato ciò che il suo essere fremente e appena risvegliato anelava.

The soul of her youth clamored for its rights; for a share in the world's glory and exultation.

There was no one thing in the world that she desired. There was no human being whom she wanted near her except Robert; and she even realized that the day would come when he, too, and the thought of him would melt out of her existence, leaving her alone.

Or else she stayed indoors and nursed a mood with which she was becoming too familiar for her own comfort and peace of mind. It was not despair; but it seemed to her as if life were passing by, leaving its promise broken and unfulfilled.

I'd thought I had recovered for good from that sadness, but as I felt my marriage disintegrate, the memory of my raw yearning for babies and my husband's refusal to have them with me came back to me as part of the reason I was now leaving him. It felt like the heart of why I was so lonely with him.