Quotes About Yearning

can you see what I see? No I don't think you can I can see images of nothing and I attempt to make that nothingness into something As hard as I try there is still nothing and that nothing is meaningless I am somewhere else now, outside I am surrounded by people and the blueness of the sky but still nothing has changed Everything remains the same I am still alone

Just ask me how I'm feeling," I want to say. "Just ask and I may tell you." But no one does.

I wrote to you for a year and you never wrote back. T rang you over and over again and you would never come to the phone. What part of that gives the impression that I didn't care? ~Jonah Griggs

My ideal community? Anywhere but here.

No,' I say, looking up at Griggs. 'It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else.' And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life

It's not that I miss my mother. It's just that I miss the idea of what one would be.

I need to know that I can still breathe properly when he's not around.

Sometimes he felt he needed to inhale it and place it in a storage are in his soul. Just in case

We have a dilemma, then," Finnikin said fiercely. "Because I prayed that you would grow old and hold my children in your arms as you held me. My prayers have not been answered yet, Trevanion. So whose prayer is more worthy? Yours or mine?

Cuando me doy la vuelta, me toma la cara entre las manos y me besa tan profundamente que no sé quién respira por quién, pero su boca y su lengua tienen sabor a miel cálida. No se cuánto dura, pero cuando me separo, lo hecho de menos al instante.

The need to lie by her side and gather her to him was so fierce that it made him weak.

He chanced a look at her and saw the flare of something in her eyes. A salve to the emptiness that sometimes threatened to suffocate him.

The dead are greedy for you.

Because I miss it like you'd never believe, and then I go away from this place and I miss here too. I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

I want to be an adjective again. But I'm a noun. A nothing. A nobody. A no one.

Se inclina y me besa, y yo me aferro a su camiseta, deseando saborear cada momento.

When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don't know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don't know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.

I'm scared I'm going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.

No," I say, looking up at Griggs. "It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else." And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life.

Ain't it a shame the body can't go where the heart lives.

And though he has watched a decent age pass by, a man will sometimes still desire the world.

She sat there enveloped in sadness, realizing that of all the words she had wanted to say and hear, she had not heard or said any of them.

All he thinks while he studies pearlescent pigeons is this: I wish I knew how… I wish I knew… I ain't ever gonna, but I wish I knew how it felt – (-to be free).

You can feel that he wants to own you - not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having. He lets you know that you already own him.