Quotes About Yearning

The flash in his eyes as he was about to dive, the glint of light on his chest, the shapes of his muscles—it all aroused in me a pleasant feeling that usually lay dormant.

There, behind your heartbeat, have you stored up all my lost memories?

I couldn't reach him from here even if I tried.

I don't know. Maybe there's a place out there where people whose hearts aren't empty can go on living.

This word natsukashii seemed to be made of mist, a mist I was wandering through with unsteady steps.

All the eyes flew away from me like mayflies, I couldn't catch a single one

Amorous cat, alas You too must yowl with your love... or even worse, without!

I dream of a love that is more than two people craving to possess one another.

Yolkov's chest expanded for a deep sigh. He looked at Zhirov with weary eyes. "Okay. You won, Fyodor. You turn me on. You were right. We're not buddies. We should be lovers.

Why pray? Evidently, God likes to be asked. God certainly does not need our wisdom or our knowledge, nor even the information contained in our prayers ("your Father knows what you need before you ask him"). But by inviting us into the partnership of creation, God also invites us into relationship. God is love, said the apostle John. God does not merely have love or feel love. God is love and cannot not love. As such, God yearns for relationship with the creatures made in his image.

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.

I know that each one of us travels to love alone, alone to faith and to death. I know it. I've tried it. It doesn't help. Let me come with you.

Was I happy after that? I think so. I experienced moments of pleasure, moments of unforgettable joy; I loved again and dreamed again like a wide-eyed boy. And yet I always felt there was something missing, something that left me somehow crippled, in short that I only every hovered on the fringes of happiness.

Ton visage est le seul soleil qui me reste

Dio che ci fugge dalle avide mani

Come posso cantare queste dolcezze di cui ho colmo il cuore, se Egli mi riempie la bocca di gemiti? Come posso concedermi a queste ore, di cui m'è sorella ogni musica, se Egli mi uccide le parole, mi ruba ogni nota? L'amore e i dolci ricordi, le serate festose e i conviti, tutto disperso dalle Sue impazienze. Ogni cibo amareggiato, ogni oblìo inghiottito dalla Sua voracità. Ogni mia preghiera avvolta nella caligine incandescente.

Once, I had a dream of fame. Generally, even then, I was lonely.

We are the graceless and dumbfounded, insane with our own insatiable desire for another time and place.

I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I'll be waiting for you there.

And they did have fun, though it was of different kind now. All that yearning and passion had been replaced by a steady pulse of pleasure and satisfaction and occasional irritation, and this seemed to be a happy exchange; if there had been moments in her life when she had been more elated, there had never been a time when things had been more constant.

I'm just not prepared to be treated like this anymore.' 'Treated like what?' She sighed, and it was a moment before she spoke. 'Like you always want to be somewhere else, with someone else.

Why can't you just love me? Why can't you just be in love with me?

For his thirtieth birthday he had filled a whole night-club off Regent Street; people had been queuing on the pavement to get in. The SIM card of his mobile phone in his pocket was overflowing with telephone numbers of all the hundreds of people he had met in the last ten years, and yet the only person he had ever wanted to talk to in all that time was standing now in the very next room.

The sad fact is that I love Dickens and Donne and Keats and Eliot and Forster and Conrad and Fitzgerald and Kafka and Wilde and Orwell and Waugh and Marvell and Greene and Sterne and Shakespeare and Webster and Swift and Yeats and Joyce and Hardy, really, really love them. It's just that they don't love me back.