Quotes About Yearning

I feel cheated never being able to know what it's like to get pregnant, carry a child and breast feed

So long as the desires of freedom, peace, and to know stuff exists it will eventually beget drama.

Freedom is not a matter of choice, it is a destined path, an undying yearning for the peace of one's soul until attainment.

We [poets] set men free from their desires.

A man with a dream. A very simple dream, mostly involving nachos and beer, but a dream nonetheless.

True love is like seeing ghosts; we all talk about it, but few of us have ever seen one.

The thing I want more than anything else? I want to have children. I used to feel for every child I had, I would adopt another.

You might as well make yourself fly as to make yourself love.

I would have told her then she was the only thing that I could love in this dying world but the simple word "love" itself already died and went away.

I lay in bed at night crying to myself. The only one who loved me and watched over me was someone I couldn't see or hear or touch.

I think I hate it here because there is no love here anymore. I regret the effort I desperately made here.

I didn't mind being a goof if only he loved me. I felt when we were together that I walked in the gutter and he on the sidewalk. All I did was keep looking up to see if there was love in his eyes

His jeans, soft against her legs, made her realize that twice tonight they'd done the deed with him more dressed than not. She liked such desperation in a man.

Unlike their southern counterparts, northern minstrels emphasized a love of longing rather than fulfillment.

To crave and to have are as like as a thing and its shadow. For when does a berry break upon the tongue as sweetly as when one longs to taste it, and when is the taste refracted into so many hues and savors of ripeness and earth, and when do our senses know any thing so utterly as when we lack it? And here again is a foreshadowing -- the world will be made whole. For to wish for a hand on one's hair is all but to feel it. So whatever we may lose, very craving gives it back to us again.

Memory is the sense of loss, and loss pulls us after it.

Mam?, [...] mai na?te-m? o dat?! Prima via?? nu prea mi-a ie?it. Cui nu i se poate întâmpla s? nu tr?iasc? dup? pofta inimii? Dar poate a doua oar?... [...] Tu nu te speria numai din atâta ?i na?te-m? mereu.

Cu toate pînzele…. De n-ai fi tu, atîta sete s-ar pierde, timpul ar fi gri, cu fa?a-ntoars? la perete Izvoru-n piatr? s-ar opri. A?a c? o adulmecare, Cu toate pînzele plîngînd, Cîte-o corabie pe mare Ar luneca numai în gînd. Împov?rat doar c-o arip?, Pe cer, în raiuri somnolente, A? fi ?i eu doar o risip? A nefiin?ei existente.

Nu ?tiu de ce mi s-a f?cut dor de-un c?r?bu?.

Cómo la necesito. Dios había sido mi más importante carencia. Pero a ella la necesito más que a Dios.

Sus labios eran una caricia necesaria, cómo podía haber vivido hasta ahora sin ellos.

Porque hay una cosa que es cierta y es que la quiero.

En definitiva, ¿importa algo la memoria? "A veces me siento desdichada, nada más que de no saber qué es lo que estoy echando de menos", murmuró Blanca, mientras repartía los duraznos en almíbar. Nos tocaron tres y medio a cada uno.

Estaré reseco? Sentimentalmente, digo.