Quotes About Yearning

She had pushed the kiss into a small corner of her brain, and it only came out at night. It would trip about her head and run down and beat in her heart a bit, and not let her get any sleep at all.

My heart was burning for home. For a moment I felt like crying out, but at the moment of greater pain my mother's voice came back to me. It was as if she was here and talking, Stay and take an education, boy. Take it in, That's the main thing.

Just thinking about the cake she was not eating made her cry.

men spell relief S E X.

There are times when a person wants something so badly that price or condition cease to be obstacles.

I woke up wanting to read a poem by that name, and I found one with a lifeguard's chair, a broken shell, gulls watching egrets, home an ocean away.

I can't stop writing you. You, the pleasure which exiled me for awhile. You of the whom dream, the bell swinging with echoes of two or three notes as if from another bird, before the major echoes from the same voice. I did not intentionally walk shores of light. I said my heart is sick because it is not full …

she would have walked all the way up to East Sixty-Third Street, and probably 163rd Street, if it meant pouring even more into this memory that wasn't a memory.

I long for sleep, and for soft English rain. But they do not come.

It was a riddle to see a person could get what they wanted and regret it, could even regret wanting it in the first place.

Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.

Remembering the fatherless feeling, the longing to be picked up and tossed into the air and caught with a laugh, and carried on a shoulder ride as his father-protector strode fearless through the world.

It is very hard. Man longs for a permanent home. But he does not know it until it is torn away from him.

This in turn leaves the soul more frustrated and lonely than ever. Thus the primal lie begets destruction—worst of all, it does so in the name of love.

And yet. . . and yet, the ancient scar of Adam within his nature dragged him inexorably back, again and again, to this desire for certainty.

I was about to say that you were not created for this lovelessness.

He concluded that at worst, his heart was still rooted in selfish desire; at best, he was seeking not so much a specific person as love itself.

Was there a missing component in all human beings? The rural masses seeking the metropolis; the urban young fleeing to the woods. Women pretending to be men; men becoming more like women; everyone aping divinity in his desperation to escape creaturehood?

You wish for something, you've wanted it for years, and you're sure you want it, as long as you know you can't have it. But if all at once it looks as though your wish might come true, you suddenly find yourself wishing you had never wished for any such thing.

His eldest daughter, Alice, once described her father as wanting to be the "bride at every wedding, and the corpse at every funeral."1

How many things there are that I do not want. —SOCRATES, CIRCA 425 B.C.

Verlangen doet alles bloeien, bezit verwelkt.

Desire for power is a kind of greed indulged by the unfulfilled

I show not your face but your heart's desire