Quotes About Yearning

I want a man who watches me walk away.

have you ever wondered about how, in the original West Side Story, Tony manages to wander randomly onto a street in a Puerto Rican neighborhood, shout, "Maria!" and only one woman answers him?)

Most stories are not about people but about life, an addiction like the rest of them that destroys you even as you love it, but you love it anyway and can never get enough.

There's nothing worse than falling in love with impossibility.

I can tell you this: there will be other girls, other disasters. And there will be nights to come, his life mostly behind him, when he will long to hurt like that again.

He could not have explained the intensity of his attraction to {her}, that blissful ache that welled up in his chest at the sight of her barefooting across the dock, the feeling a distant cousin of nostalgia, as if he'd already won and loved and lost her.

This morning I awoke clutching your name with such reckless devotion that it turned to dust.

Birini can?n yanacak kadar çok sevdin mi hiç?

We need' is always code for 'I want.

Love and death are very similar. They're the times in your life when you most want to believe in magic, when you yearn for some symbolic act or retrospective edit that can change the world you find yourself in.

He'd been crazy about her for more years than he cared to admit. Unfortunately, he knew nothing would ever come of it, so he would have to settle for proximity and hope that like a mold or a fungus, he would eventually grow on her.

Dry-humping, I believe it's called.

I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you.

A postcard. Neat handwriting fills the rectangle. Half my days I cannot bear to touch you. The rest of my time I feel like it doesn't matter if I will ever see you again. It isn't the morality, it's how much you can bear. No date. No name attached.

DID YOU BECOME ADDICTED BECAUSE YOU FELT PAIN?' 'I wish I could say that, Doctor, but no,' says Burroughs. 'I became addicted because I wanted more.

Divinity, not machines. Standing among the sunflowers, I craved divinity.

After all, I couldn't name my longing, and yet it was there, always driving me away from the place I stood.

The boy came to believe that going west was more than just a fancy for someplace new. He came to see it as a part of his soul, a missing piece that could only be made whole on some far-off mountain or plain.

I don't know what else to tell you. I often think how different my life would have been - how much happier - if you'd been a part of it. One day.

She looked over a shoulder, a gesture he would never get over, a moment fixed in his mind—the perfection of her skin, the music in her laughter; her eyes brown in places that brown could only dream of reaching. And he knew at that precise moment that he would always yearn for Belita, whether they spent their lives together or if they parted that evening and he never saw her again.

Distance makes everything beautiful.

And yet suddenly, terribly, he wanted it again, the way it used to be, arms linked together, all drunk and singing beautifully into the night, with visions of death from the afternoon and dreams of death in the coming dawn, the night filled with a monstrous and temporary glittering joy, fat moments, thick seconds dropping like warm rain, jewel after jewel.

word 'dream' in the English language, or its equivalent in other languages, is probably one of the most familiar words in our vocabulary. It tends to have a variety of uses, such as, visionary, as in the above quotation, or wishful, as in hoping to win a lottery or to meet a soul mate or to have a successful career. Such dreams would fall into a category of waking or conscious experiences (mostly!), but the most common form of dreams,

do we not all aspire after that which conducts us to the grave—