Quotes About Yearning

The first breath of autumn was in the air, a prodigal feeling, a feeling of wanting, taking, and keeping before it is too late.

I knew those feelings of wanting to be with another brother were not dead; they were just asleep.

Second, it invites the response, "Sorry, but I don't have a need.

Sometimes I felt so alone that I wish there were a bigger, longer word for alone. I tried to tell Grandma about this feeling, about my suspicion that life was nicking away pieces of me.

I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.

Say the word. Say the word and I won't go. Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you. Better yet, why don't you just kiss me-

I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.

As Qhuinn looked at his best friend's handsome face, he felt as if he'd never not known that red hair, those blue eyes, those lips, that jaw. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was . . . I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.

I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.

Of God bestaat en of Hij hoort Het smeken van mijn machteloos woord, Of Hij siddert bij mijn geween Weet God alleen.

I wanted to belong to Iris when I didn't even belong to myself.

Bastard." "You love me." "Yes, I do. Now let me come.

You. Naked you. Clothed you. Your mouth. Your legs. The way you talk. Arguing with you. Your smile. Every fucking think about you turns me on.

The books so fired me with the desire for travel, adventure, romance, that I was miserable most of the time.

hungry for breath like a kite falling stray, the wire grows slack the child within pulls at the empty air.

When I was here, I wanted to be there. When I was there, all I could think of was getting back into the jungle.

So all in all there wasn't anything really wrong with my life. Except that, like most everyone else's I knew about, it had a big gaping hole in it, an enormous emptiness, and I didn't know how to fill it or even know what belonged there.

It's not the dreams. It's this love of you that grows in me malignant.

The Abandoned Valley" Can you understand being alone so long you would go out in the middle of the night and put a bucket into the well so you could feel something down there tug at the other end of the rope?

Doing Poetry Poem, you sonofabitch, it's bad enough that I embarrass myself working so hard to get it right even a little, and that little grudging and awkward. But it's afterwards I resent, when the sweet sure should hold me like a trout in the bright summer stream. There should be at least briefly access to your glamour and tenderness. But there's always this same old dissatisfaction instead.

Meanwhile" Loneliness is the mother's milk of America.

Not me, girl dear, not me in the whole wide world. You need a man…I'm just a corpse walking.

Will you love me in December as you do in May?

Friendship and sex were really all she wanted from men these days.