Quotes About Yearning

The person from whom you are maintaining distance is the person who has special place in your heart.

If there was a time machine to go back, you'd be the first one I'd run too.

There's so much more to life than a heart which does not beat for you

In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

Some people just couldn't bear with the thought that we can't have everything we want. Our insatiable desire for more leaves us empty handed after the feast.

I would give up everything for one moment with you; for one moment is better than a life time of never knowing you.

Time passes quickly when you are in love and you can never get enough of the other person.

If you don't get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you don't want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can't hold on to it forever

I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

Once again, I wished that someone else were there on the island. Not to commiserate now, but to cherish him with me. I would say, Look, can you believe it? We have come through the rocks and winds. I failed him, yet he is a sweet wonder of this world.

But all I felt was the coolness against my ankle, where his fingers had been a moment before.

The room turned gray, then white. The bed felt cold without him, and too large. I heard no sounds, and the stillness frightened me. It is like a tomb. I rose and rubbed my limbs, slapped them awake, trying to ward off a rising hysteria. This is what it will be, every day, without him. I felt a wild-eyed tightness in my chest, like a scream. Every day, without him.

Somewhere his soul waits, but it is nowhere I can reach. Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free. His ashes settle among mine, and I feel nothing.

The space beside me on the bed was empty, but the pillow still held the shape of him, and the sheets smelled of us both.

and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room loving him in silence.

I will wait for you among the shades

When he was gone, would I be like Achilles sailing over his lost lover Patroclus? I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul.

They were sick with longing for their hands, those appendages men use to mitigate the world.

I'd like to be a hero, though.

Overhead, my aunt sailed, but I did not trouble with her anymore. She liked to watch lovers, and I had not been one of those for a long time. Perhaps I had never been.

Later Achilles would play the lyre, as Chiron and I listened. My mother's lyre. He had brought it with him. 'I wish I had known,' I said the first day, when he had showed it to me. 'I almost did not come, because I did not want to leave it.' He smiled. 'Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere.

I would untie him if I could. If he would let me.

But there was something in me that was sick of fear and awe, of gazing at the heavens and wondering what someone would allow me.

was like any dull ass who has ever loved someone who loved another. I thought: if only she were gone, it would change everything.