Quotes About Yearning

All the while, she understood that nothing could save her from the emptiness of the years that still had to be lived. Days passed, and weeks, and no one said her name.

You can't hurt me the way you think you can. But even if you could? I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again. I'm in love with you, Mara. I love you. No matter what you do.

Another girl who wanted too much too desperately, and knew neither how to get it nor how to make it stop.

I'm twenty-eight years old and I hate my life. I never have the time or the energy to work out how to change it. On Sundays I trail round a museum to keep warm, or lose myself in a library book, or fiddle with the wireless. But Monday's already looming. And always I've got this panicky feeling inside, because I know I'm getting nowhere, just keeping myself alive. Tacked

Wolf longed to be with them - but they were Not-Breath. He didn't understand how this could be. Darkfur and the cubs were…not. Wolf shut his eyes. He wanted to be not too.

Demons. Eagerly,

A sob caught in my chest. I didn't even know what a gray was, other than a drab color. All I knew was that I was hungry all the time. And I knew, deep down, that it wasn't just for food.

Don't be sorry.' His eyes remained serious. 'Believe me, Samantha, that kiss - it was enough to something very important to me.' 'What?' 'That I'd do anything to find a way to kiss you again.

Her eyes winded. "I'm becoming addicted to you?." He raised an eyebrow. "You say it like it's a bad thing.

flesh still wants what it wants.

She didn't know that my heart was a sandstorm waiting to open her skin in a desert of cuts. She didn't know the animal that waited in my stomach, silently shredding the walls. For her, my heart wore small white shoes and carried a purse, went to bed early. I wanted to shoot myself into her arms so she understood the need to crash cars with me, to tear up pavement because we were beautiful.

Gwynn, she was always talking about wanting to be drunk and honestly I did want to encourage that, I wanted to go to a bar with her and let all the stuff sobriety pushed down be released so I could catch it in my palms and finally kiss her. She was just so sad. Melancholy was a fleshy wave permanently cresting on her face, she had to speak through it when she talked.

it just breaks / a man's heart, watching / a girl so involved with her life, / without him like that.

She wouldn't have sex with me in public bathrooms. Little things like this haunted me. I was only twenty-five.

And so the months and the years have gone by, but little has turned out well for me. Each new year in turn has failed to bring happiness. Indeed, as I think of the unsatisfying events I have recorded here, I wonder whether I have been describing anything of substance. Call it, this journal of mine, a shimmering of the summer sky.

A woman asks little of love: only that she be able to feel like a heroine.

The excesses of love soon pass, but its insufficiencies torment us forever.

Desire creates havoc when it is the only thing between two people, or when it is what's missing.

When suffering comes, we yearn for some sign from God, forgetting we have just had one.

In youth we are plagued by desire; in later years, by the desire to feel desire.

Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had

Some women love only what they can hold in their arms; others, only what they can't.

No one has ever loved anyone the way everyone wants to be loved.

Adónde volver los ojos en busca de libertad? El sacristán: —¡A Dios, que es todopoderoso! El estudiante: —¿Para qué, si no responde?... El sacristán: —Porque esa es Su Santísima voluntad... El estudiante: —¡Qué lástima! La