Quotes About Yearning

that old unfulfilled craving became an obsession I couldn't escape, a black hole of raw grief I kept falling deeper into. 'Where are my children?' I felt their absence and loss as if they existed somewhere I couldn't reach, as if they were stuck forever on the other side of a membrane and I could never access them.

I had still wanted a baby - two, actually - and I still trusted the authenticity of my earlier yearning

I meant skies all empty aching blue. I meant years. I meant all of them with you.

Do you think everybody misses somebody? Like I miss my mama?" "Mmmm-hmmm," said Gloria. She closed her eyes. "I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.

Thinking about her was the same as the hole you keep on feeling with your tongue after you lose a tooth. Time after time, my mind kept going to that empty spot, the spot where I felt like she should be.

Longing is not always a reciprocal thing.

There is a lot of love in him, a lot of love in his heart... And he is up there with no one and nothing to love. It is a bad thing to have love and no where to put it.

But she couldn't help it. She did hope. She was hoping. She had been hoping all along.

Sometimes, it seemed like everybody in the world was lonely. I thought about my mama. Thinking about her was the same as the hole you keep on feeling with your tongue after you lose a tooth. Time after time, my mind kept going to that empty spot, the spot where i felt like she should be.

What is it to know that people will come searching for you? Everything.

And he told himself, reader, that it was the cloth that he desired and not the light.

I am alone in the world, Dolores, and I am homesick for my own kind.

nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.

That way, if my mama ever came back, I could recognize her, and I would be able to grab her and hold on to her tight and not let her get away from me again.

If only I had wings, he thought, I could fly to her.

His rat soul longed inexplicably for it; he began to think that light was the only thing that gave life meaning, and he despaired that there was so little of it to be had.

I kept on going over and over the list in my head. I memorized it the same way I had memorized the list of ten things about my mama. I memorized it so if I didn't find him, I would have some part

He thought about the stars. He remembered what they looked like from his bedroom window. What made them shine so brightly, he wondered, and were they still shining somewhere even though he could not see them? Never in my life, he thought, have I been farther away from the stars than I am now.

I have been loved said Edward to the stars.

And he is up there with no one and nothing to love. It is a bad thing to have love and nowhere to put it.

I know something that's in a cage," said Rob, pushing the words past the tightness in his throat. Willie May nodded her head, but she wasn't listening. She was looking past Rob, past the white sheet, past the laundry room, past the Kentucky Star. "Who don't?" she said finally. "Who don't know something in a cage?

Edward felt a sharp pain somewhere deep inside his china chest. For the first time, his heart called out to him.

That was why I kept stealing books out of the parlor and returning them. For the only books I ever took were my father's journals. Didn't I have some right to them, being that they, and I, were all that remained of him?

Sometimes, when you wished too hard for something, you paid a bitter price.