Quotes About Yearning

I found his hair between my fingers.

I felt like my eyes were throwing off sparks. I wanted him burnt.

The feelings that stirred in me at night seemed strangely distant from those serving girls with their lowered eyes and obedience. I watched a boy fumbling at a girl's dress, the dull look on her face as she poured his wine. I did not wish for such a thing.

And she wished him to be a god. She had spoken it so simply, as if it were obvious. A god. I could not imagine him so. Gods were cold and distant, far off as the moon, nothing like his bright eyes, the warm mischief of his smiles.

The door closed, and the room swelled around me like a bruise. When she was here, I could pretend it felt small because of her, but when she left the four wood walls seemed to press towards me, like lungs that had breathed in. The window did not help, for it was too high to see from the bed and too small to take in much air.

I wished I were a real goddess so I could give him whales upon a golden plate, and he would never let me go.

I looked down at his thick, black hair, shining in the sunset light, his strong shoulders bowing low. This is what all those gods in our halls longed for, such worship. I thought perhaps he had not done it right, or more likely, I had not. All I wanted was to see his face again.

Quei secondi, quei mezzi secondi, in cui i nostri sguardi si toccavano erano gli unici momenti della giornata in cui sentissi qualcosa".

Nel mio petto vibrava qualcosa a cui non riuscivo esattamente a dare un nome".

Nel mio petto vibrava qualcosa a cui non riuscivo esattamente a dare un nome. Desiderio di fuga, pericolo, speranza, tutto allo stesso tempo".

Y a pesar de lo herido que me sentía, bajo ningún concepto deseaba verle marchar ni contemplarle nervioso y temeroso, como el resto de nosotros.

No one can have everything, so you have to try for what you want most.

Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone by. Beloved images rise up in disobedience and make a mirror for emptiness. Then what resentful wonder, and what half-aimless seeking. It is a silly state of affairs. It is a silly creature that tries to get a smile from even the most familiar and loving shadow. Comical and hopeless, the long gaze back is always turned inward.

I wanted Lane. I wanted to keep her for my own. I wanted to lock her up in this house and keep her for me.

Do not, however, make the mistake of thinking that all desire is yearning. "We love to contemplate blue, not because it advances to us, but because it draws us after it," wrote Goethe, and perhaps he is right. But I am not interested in longing to live in a world in which I already live. I don't want to yearn for blue things, and God forbid for any "blueness." Above all, I want to stop missing you.

Is to be in love with blue, then, to be in love with a disturbance? Or is the love itself the disturbance? And what kind of madness is it anyway, to be in love with something constitutionally incapable of loving you back?

And what kind of madness is it anyway, to be in love with something constitutionally incapable of loving you back? 37. Are you sure -- one would like to ask -- that it cannot love you back?

This is how much I miss you talking. This is the deepest blue, talking, talking, always talking to you.

Do not, however, make the mistake of thinking that all desire is yearning.

She asks him quietly in the dark to tell her about the mother of everything and he did not know of whom she was speaking. She asked the volcano and the volcano belched great streams of wet ash. She lay her head down with fatigue and found her head on a pillow of ink. Upon waking she stretched her arms around the glob and found her fingers weren't even close to touching.

In other words, she wanted it both ways. There is much to be learned from wanting something both ways.

I feel at once the need to die and be reborn one thousand years ago.

and I am missing you in the way that spreads. I'm trying to wear my freedom like an amulet, make it something I'll never forget.

I want you to know, if you ever read this, there was a time when I would rather have had you by my side than any one of these words; I would rather have had you by my side than all the blue in the world.