Quotes About Yearning

Sometimes, when I read a book, I miss the characters when I finish it. When I truly love a book, I read it slowly because I want to remain with those characters. I've experienced the same thing with TV shows and movies. There's no real difference between that and getting attached to a boy from your dreams.

I knew you were meant to kiss girls, but there was something else that you were meant to do first, and I didn't know what that was.

I am going to pull the music from your mouth and furthermore I'll take the orange aching light that splits your ribs when I or any beautiful things come at you.

For me elegy is a Ouija planchette something I pretend not to touch as I push it around trying to make it say what I want it to say

I know I could love you because at the end of the night I do not want to sleep and risk not meeting you in dreams. Open-eyed, I lie in bed and pretend to see you step toward me to end what has become too quiet, too dark, ever after dawn. from "I Know I Could Love You

how many times have my wishes and my dreams and my prayers for you hidden beneath my breath? how many times have i looked at you, heart in my throat, hands in my pockets, smile on my face, just wanting to say...

Desire I think has less to do with possession than with participation

Anyone who has ever fallen hard will understand. The magic of those early days, when you are consumed by each other, when your whole body thrums in the presence of this new significant other and aches when you're apart. ~Here To Stay, Mark Edwards

There is a yearning that is as spiritual as it is sensual. Even when it degenerates into addiction, there is something salvageable from the original impulse that can only be described as sacred. Something in the person (dare we call it a soul?) wants to be free, and it seeks its freedom any way it can. ... There is a drive for transcendence that is implicit in even the most sensual of desires.

If this is a dream, I'm begging you, don't ever let them wake me.

doma touží po moci a v zahrani?í po uznání.

if he could take Elizabeth Brice to orgasm just once—just freaking once!—her indifferent attitude toward him would instantly morph into extreme love.

This insight works especially well for men who long to hear their fathers say the magic words, "I'm proud of you, son." Men who, as kids, did not have the admiration of their dads feel a gaping deprivation; those who did have it long for sweet boyhood moments they can never recapture. That is why, if you want to see a grown man cry, get him to talk about his father.

But I said that you could still want something that is very unlikely to happen.

We all know it. We all know deep down inside that this world is not what it is supposed to be. We all yearn for things to be much better.

Love evokes in us all an unconscious memory of the beauty of the Ideas, and this memory maddens us; we feel possessed by a frenzied yearning to couple and to "beget in the beautiful," as

Acceptance was not in my nature. Even as a young man it seemed to me that everywhere the world conspired against the heart, and though I knew the heart would lose, I couldn't bear to call it right.

We still worship what we want our lives to feel like more than we worship Jesus.

What we desire, more than a season or weather, is the comfort Of being strangers, at least to ourselves.

What could make me not listen to the music in my heart every time I see you?

Tullio and his date leave, thinking once again how much he wanted

mind long after he couldn't see them anymore. His urge was to go after the

practicing scales floated out. Pino kept up the chase, but then he noticed a pretty girl—black hair, creamy skin, and flashing dark eyes. She was making her way across the piazza, heading toward the Galleria. He skidded to a halt and watched her. Flooded with longing, he was unable to speak. After she passed, Pino said, "I think I'm falling in love." "Falling on your face maybe," said Carletto, who'd

I'm only asking for a little love." "I think you'd settle for a kiss," Carletto said. "I'd be happy with a smile." Pino sighed.