Quotes About Yearning

Nora shook her head. Wishing it would fall off. Her own head. Onto the floor.

I wanted to be somewhere he had never been. I wanted somewhere where I didn't have to feel his ghost. But the truth is, it only half-works, you know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

To want is to lack. That is what it means.

Surely anyone who has ever had a smartphone or a Twitter account can relate to such compulsive behavior. Check, check, check, and once more, just to see. When the ability to check something turns into the compulsion to do so, we often find ourselves craving the time before, when there was no ability to check in the first place.

I sometimes want to stop time. I sometimes want, in a happy moment, for a church bell never to ring again. I want not to ever have to go to the market again. I want for the starlings to stop flying in the sky... But we are all at the mercy of time. We are all the strings, aren't we?

I traveled with my work. I went to Paris, Boston, Rome, São Paolo, Berlin, Madrid, Tokyo. I wanted to fill my mind with human faces, in order to forget Isobel's. But I achieved the opposite effect. By studying the entire human species, I felt more toward her specifically. By thinking of the cloud, I thirsted for the raindrop.

She had shrunk for him, but he still hadn't found the space he needed.

It is easy to mourn the lives we aren't living.

I have only been in love once in my life. I suppose that makes me a romantic, in a sense. The idea that you have one true love, that no one else will compare after they have gone. It's a sweet idea, but the reality is terror itself. To be faced with all those lonely years after. To exist when the point of you has gone.

She had shrunk for him, but he still hadn't found the space he needed.

Me sentaba a la luz de la mesita de noche para leer durante unas dos horas después de que Andrea se hubiera dormido, hasta que los ojos se me secaban y dolían, siempre buscando y sin encontrar nunca nada, pero con esa sensación de tenerlo casi al alcance de la mano.

wanted to be somewhere he had never been. I wanted somewhere where I didn't have to feel his ghost. But the truth is, it only half-works, you know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

There was such a yearning and energy to it. I closed my eyes. I could not describe here on the page how I felt. The very reason such music exists is because it is a language that couldn't be communicated in any other way. But all I can say is that I felt suddenly alive again.

The lonely mind in the busy city yearns for connection because it thinks human-to-human connection is the point of everything.

Mum said Oh God oh please God oh God oh please please oh God and God said nothing.

Reading is added to that great pile of things—work, love, sexual prowess, the words they didn't say when they really needed to say them—that they are bound to feel a bit dissatisfied about.

Want,' she told her, in a measured tone, 'is an interesting word. It means lack. Sometimes if we fill that lack with something else the original want disappears entirely. Maybe you have a lack problem rather than a want problem. Maybe there is a life that you really want to live.

Want...is an interesting word. It means lack...if we fill that lack with something else, the original want disappears entirely. Maybe you have a lack problem rather than a want problem.

Want, is an interesting word. It means lack. Sometimes if we fill that lack with something else the original want disappears entirely. Maybe you have a lack problem rather than a want problem

Querer es una palabra muy curiosa. Querer implica carencia. A veces, si llenamos esa carencia con alguna cosa, el deseo original desaparece por completo. Quizá tu problema no es lo que quieres, sino aquello de lo que careces. Quizá exista una vida que realmente quieras vivir

I used to sit with the bedside lamp on, reading for about two hours after Andrea had gone to sleep, until my eyes were dry and sore, always seeking and never quite finding, but with that feeling of being tantalizingly close.

Want,' she told her, in a measured tone, 'is

There was absolutely nothing wrong with this life, but she felt inside her a craving for other things, other lives, other possibilities. She felt like she was still in the air, not ready to land.

Nora wanted to live in a world where cruelty existed, but the only worlds she had available to her were worlds with humans in them.