Quotes About Yearning

Stavo morendo per la perdita e l'abbandono, sempre di più ogni giorno che passava.

And after a little while of this my brain and my body and every single inch of me that was alive was flooded with the feeling that I was starving, starving, starving for Edmond. And what a coincidence, that was the feeling I loved best in the world.

and Edmond blew smoke rings in the air and I closed my eyes and wished they were mine.

And the soft sound of his voice made me want to move closer to him so I did, a little

People could not get enough of what they had lost, even if they no longer wanted it.

She knew what it was like to miss someone, for she missed Cory so continually and pressingly that the feeling was like its own shattering bass vibrating through her, and he was only 110 miles away at Princeton, not across the world.

The mystery of desire was way beyond the conceptual abilities of Jules Jacobson. It was like ... robotics. Just another subject that she couldn't understand at all.

Belzhar este singurul mod în care fiecare dintre noi poate avea ceea ce î?i dore?te. Singurul mod în care putem ob?ine din nou lucrul pe care l-am pierdut.

Jules listened to this soliloquy in grim silence; she hardly knew what to say. Ash was describing an enclosed world that Jules too had been given a chance to enter, but hadn't wanted to. She still didn't want to, but the descriptions of the closeness and intensity of that world only increased her loneliness. "Go on," was all she said.

It's funny how you can go for a long time in life not needing someone, and then you meet them and you suddenly need them all the time.

people could not get enough of what they'd lost, even if they no longer really wanted it.

I wondered whether he might ever love me, and how I might rush that love into existence.

Loveless, we lay together.

Someone has to love me," he said. "As far as I can tell, the job is currently unoccupied.

Jonah couldn't tell her that what he wanted now, more than anything, was to fall asleep beside her. No touching, no kissing, no stimulation. No sensation, no consciousness. Just the act of sleeping beside someone you liked to be with. Maybe that was love.

Even not knowing that yet, she felt an intuitive urgency. What she wanted-- and wanted now-- was to be loved by someone who excited her.

We're all the same under our skin, aren't we? We're all wanting things we don't understand. Things we can't even name. The yearning so deep, like pinions over our hearts.

Like all that you are is the wanting, and the rest of you just burns away?

In some animal part of my brain, I guess I thought looking her up might somehow summon her. So I never did. And she came anyway.

If you didn't feel it on your body long after he'd left, was it really worth laying for him? I wanted to feel that.

that the things you want, you never get them. And if you do, they're not what you thought they'd be. But you'd still do anything to keep them. Because you'd wanted them for so long.

Because---and this was the first time I understood this--- everyone always like the best, wants the most, admires deeply, the girl who's just out of reach. The girl no one can touch, really. We don't know why we're drawn, but it's unstoppable.

Once, a few weeks ago, she'd heard a girl's voice in there and wondered if it was porn on the computer until she could tell it wasn't. She heard the voice say Eli's name. E-liii. She'd turned her music as loud as she could, held her hands to her ears, even sang to herself, eyes clamped shut. She hoped he heard her fling off her Ked so hard it hit the wall. She hoped he remembered she was here.

No way," he said, shaking his head, shaking the image of Lise, bare-legged, her skirt hitched high, from his thoughts. "Lise, she's a sister to me." "Oh," she said, fingertips making circles just above the waist of her skirt. Wider and wider circles. "A sister," he repeated. He looked at her. There was something scratching again, in the corner above his eye, like those metal probes at the dentist clawing at your teeth.