Quotes About Yearning

I'm so far from everything. From normality. From light. From everything I want to be.

It's like living in the Arabian Nights. Being the favourite in the harem. But the one perfume you really want is freedom.

If I could only escape, if I could only escape... he murmured the words to himself a dozen times; then metaphorically shook himself for being so impractical, so romantic, so dutiless.

Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it, I still think I can escape.

We all want things we can't have. Being a decent human being is accepting that.

I would have gone to bed with him that night. If he had asked. If he had come and kissed me. Not for his sake, but for being alive's.

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Estoy tan lejos de todo...! De la normalidad... De la luz... De lo que quiero ser.

Eso de conocer a una persona le hace sentir a una automáticamente cercana a ella. ¡Aunque una desee que estuviese en otro planeta!

Sin embargo, resultaba hasta cómico que, en el momento en que yo creía estar realmente harto de ella, volviesen a ocupar mi mente los viejos sentimientos.

Ljubav kao njezina — strastvena, koja obožava, koja štiti, koja ?ezne za potpunim podavanjem i žrtvovanjem same sebe, ali koja potajno traži i punu njegovu ljubav — jer kako bi bez toga mogla ljubiti ponosna žena? — takva ljubav ?ezne uvijek za potpunijim sjedinjenjem, nego što je mogu?e u ovom svijetu, gdje se sve mijenja i pokre?e.

Most men are not only hungry to give love but are starving for it. Their biggest problem is that they do not know what they are missing.

I've loved you all my life. Even before we met. Part of it wasn't even you. It was just a promise of you.

I figured you were missing me.

Why couldn't he spend a few months fishing for trout in shallow mountain streams instead of sitting through dull classes, or driving to Whitfield for another depressing visit, or worrying about which legal hijinks Burch Dunlap might be cooking

Oh, yes. Nonstop. She wants to run away to Paris and study art. She wants to run away to LA and live with March, her older sister. She wants to run away to Santa Fe and become a painter. She wants to run away, period.

She especially yearned for her son. She could glean little news of him

Take me away, and in the lowest deep There let me be...

The Sky Lounge is not aspirational. It is desperational.

Now normally I consider nostalgia to be a toxic impulse. It is the twinned, yearning delusion that (a) the past was better (it wasn't) and (b) it can be recaptured (it can't) that leads at best to bad art, movie versions of old TV shows, and sad dads watching Fox News. At worst it leads to revisionist, extremist politics, fundamentalist terrorism

The desire to never leave your side, the desire to never see you again. The desire to see your face asleep on the pillow beside my face and to see your eyes open in the morning when I lie next to you—just watching you, waiting for you to wake up.

O God — please give him back! I shall keep asking You.

Oh FUCK the longings and agonies of youth.

We are formed by what we desire