Quotes About Yearning

Some days I'm just sixteen, and sixteen isn't what I want to be.

all most people wish for is more, wishing forever until tongues are parched and hearts are tired of beating. Love is a kind of wish. Wishing for love is the same as wishing for more wishes.

The rifle in this story is a rifle full of wishes. Maybe all rifles seem to be that, at least for a moment, when they're new, before any finger has touched any trigger. Maybe all rifles seem as though they might grant a person the only thing they've ever wanted.

There was no way I could live another moment without Aza Ray knowing my name." - Jason Kerwin

There was no way I could live another moment without Aza Ray knowing my name.

I can't imagine a universe in which i try to unlove her

Anything and everything made her think about him. He was so much a part of her, embedded in her soul. [Mina and Diego]

Es muy posible desear morir, cuando se ama demasiado la vida

Why did You bid me drown the letter? I have lost something that he touched, and the destruction of it has gained You nothing, for now I no longer read the words, I hear them, as if he implored me face to face. Speak to me, Jacob, do not play the tyrant. Speak to me.

I took up the letter. On seeing the first line I knew it directly, but could not hold back from reading the whole thing, not once but many times, for it was the only love letter I had received in my life.

All I could do was to hold on tight to the sides of the chair, and keep myself from sucking his fingers. 'Would

Just for once, I want someone to want me more than anybody else. To put me first.

When they're all here and they're loud and fighting, you wish for just a little bit of peace. Then they all leave at the same time, and the silence rips you apart.

Bear," she cried. "I love you. Pull my head off.

I had spent my whole life feeling homesick. The only difference between the two of us was that I didn't know what or where home was.

Je m'apercevais trop agréablement que j'étais avec vous pour penser que vous seriez un jour éloigné de moi.

Azért még él a szívemben valami reménység. De ha ez is csak áltatásnak bizonyulna, pusztuljon ki még a gyökere is, és pusztuljak el vele együtt én is.

Não sei o que sou, nem o que faço, nem o que quero; estou despedaçada por mil sentimentos contrários. Pode imaginar-se estado mais deplorável? Amo-te de tal maneira que nem ouso sequer desejar que venhas a ser perturbado por igual arrebatamento. Matar-me-ia ou, se não o fizesse, morreria desesperada, viesse a ter a certeza que nunca mais tinhas descanso, que tudo te era odioso, e a tua vida não era mais que perturbação, desespero e pranto.

Micsoda vak ösztön, micsoda kegyetlen végzet rendelkezik velünk, és sodor éppen azoknak az útjába, akik szíve másért dobogna inkább?

Mért nem lehetek én is szüntelenül teveled?

Ó, mit tudom én, mi van velem, mit csinálok, mit óhajt a szívem, ezer különféle indulat tépi szerteszét!

E porque razão, uma cega inclinação e um cruel destino, persistem quase sempre em prender-nos àqueles que só a outros são sensíveis?

Nem tagadom, amíg boldogított szerelmed, lélegzet-elállító gyönyör?ség jutott osztályrészemül, de most sosem ismert kínokkal fizetek meg értük, s ami hömpölyg? indulatot csak felkorbácsoltál szívemben, az mind túlcsap minden ismert mértéken és határon.

Missing is the cry, the necessity for more than you are.